Disclaimer: This story is fiction and brings me no profit, only joy.
Like most mornings, I woke up with Lexi's alarm clock ringing on the nightstand. I lifted my arm up enough to grab her phone and silence the ringing. I tried to get up, but a pair of athletic arms wrapping around my torso didn't let me do that.
I sighed to my pleasurable fate and slid back down to the soft sheets below, and into the arms of the warm body beside me. Lexi hummed happily and nestled her face into my side.
I wrapped an arm around her, and she snuggled closer. "I don't know why we set that alarm so early. We don't have to be at the center until, like, 3:00," Lexi said, holding me close.
"Do we want to watch TV, or do we just want to enjoy some quiet?" I asked, taking in the scent of her hair.
She hummed and hawed for a bit but never answered, her hand just rubbing my stomach. I'm gonna get some tea, I'll bring you some coffee, and we'll watch TV in bed?" she offered and I couldn't say no.
I stayed under the covers as Lexi got up, and she snuck out of the room, quiet as a mouse. I realized after some time, that she should have been back by now.
I got my ass out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. I grabbed my Ruger out of the nightstand drawer and tip-toed out of the room. I got to the kitchen and realized how paranoid taking care of Alexa Bliss had made me. She was there at the sink, washing dishes and waiting for the water to boil on the stove.
I chuckled to myself and stuck my revolver into my waistband, behind my back. I couldn't find words, though, because of what the Goddess of the WWE was wearing. She was in a knit sweater dress with and leather boots running up to just below her knees. I could barely breathe.
"Hi, Wayne," she said without turning to me, and I could hear the smile I knew was on her face. "Come here," she beckoned, and my feet pulled me forward.
Alexa turned around and hit me with that gorgeous smile. Even without makeup, this girl was a jaw dropper.
When I was in arm's length, Lexi reached out and pulled me to her by the waistband. "You're shy this morning," she said and hugged me to her. She sighed and I felt her relax into me a little.
"Lexi, are you okay?" I asked, rubbing her back.
"Yeah, it's just... I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
I pushed her away just a little, enough that I could look into her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I'm leading you on, Wayne. And you don't deserve this. I hired you, and you're the world's best bodyguard, but... I've all but made you my boyfriend in everything but title," she explained.
"Lexi, it's okay," I assured her, hugging her close again.
"Wayne... I'd like you to be my boyfriend, but I'm afraid of the media storm that would create for you, and you're not that kind of guy."
I sighed and kissed the top of her head, which was easy for me to do with her being a whopping 5'1". "It's okay, Lexi. I get it. I understand. And if you asked, or if you wanted me to ask you, properly, I would. I'd put up with the media bullshit just for you."
"Would you?" Alexa asked, pulling back to look at me again, her eyes searching mine, a smile slowly growing on her lips.
"Lexi, would you go out with me?" I asked her, and she broke into giggles. Instead of verbally answering me, she pulled me close and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth, which no straight man would protest.
I kissed Lexi back, wholeheartedly, but I gasped when she cupped me in her hand running up and down, hardening me quickly.
"Good morning to you, too," she joked when she broke our kiss for a breath.
Lexi undid my jeans, and was smart enough to grab my gun and put it on the counter. She was used to it by now.
She dropped to her knees with a smile as she released me from my boxer briefs. "I could go for some breakfast. This is close enough to a banana, right?" Lexi licked her lips, spit on both of her hands, and wrapped them around my fully standing shaft.
