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I pause at the polished glass door, shooting Frost an incredulous look. “Hold up. You’re not seriously planning to follow me into the office, right?”
He meets my stare head-on, one heavy brow arched. Decked out in a sleek black suit that strains across his broad shoulders, he’s the picture of a professional bodyguard. A far cry from the passionate man who kept me up all night, giving me pleasure until I sobbed.
“Part of the job, babe,” he says, his tone matter-of-fact. “Where you go, I go. Can’t keep you safe from a distance.”
I huff out a breath, already imagining the office rumor mill going haywire. “Frost, I get that you’re dedicated, but I’m in marketing. It doesn’t exactly scream ‘take me seriously’ if I waltz in with a heat-packing shadow.”
His jaw goes tight, stubborn as a mule, and I brace for a fight.Color me shocked when he just inclines his head. “I can blend in, be discreet. Most people won’t even know I’m there.”
I can’t hold back my snort. “Right. Because you’re so easy to overlook.”
That gets me a twitch of his delicious lips, a ghost of a smile that turns my insides into goo. He leans in close, his manly scent wrapping around me like a caress. “Trust me.”
Just two little words, but they loosen the anxious knot in my gut. Because I do trust him. With my life and my heart.
“Fine,” I concede with a sigh. “But if Betty from Accounting corners me for dirt on the ‘hot new guy,’ I’m throwing you to the wolves.”
His responding grin is a devastating flash of white teeth. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
True to his word, Frost is a shadow at the office. Alert but unobtrusive, fading into the background. Only the occasional brush of his hand on my back or the sharp gleam of his eyes when someone gets too close reminds me he’s there. It’s equal parts comforting and thrilling, knowing this deadly man is all mine.
But as the days go by, the tension mounts. Stolen glances across conference rooms, fingers tangling at business functions. Quick, desperate kisses in dark corners that leave me aching for more. It’s heaven and hell, pleasure and torment, and I’m slowly losing my damn mind.
And it all comes crashing down one evening, after a late client meeting. Frost is a silent sentinel at my side, but I can feel theraw energy radiating off him. The iron grip he has on his control. It crackles between us like a live wire, making me shift restlessly.
The second the elevator doors close, he’s on me. Pinning me to the wall with his huge body, his mouth crashing over mine in a kiss that’s more teeth than tongue. Greedy hands grip my thighs, hitching me up until I’m wrapped around him, grinding against the thick ridge of his hard cock.
“Christ, Natasha,” he rasps when we break for air. “Watching you all day, not being able to touch you… it’s killing me.”
I whimper as he nips a path down my throat, sure to leave a mark. “I know. I’m going crazy too. Need you so bad, I can’t think.”
“Trynna stay focused, baby, but all I see is you. Just wanna get my hands on you. Fucking take you apart.” His fingers dig into my ass in a delicious sting. “Mine,” he growls.
I moan brokenly, head thumping back against the wall as he rocks into me. It’s good, so fucking good, but not enough. Not with all these damn layers between us.
“Yours,” I agree mindlessly. “Please, Frost…”
The look in his eyes is wild, hungry enough to devour me whole. But with a muttered curse, he eases his grip, letting me slide back to my feet.
“Not here,” he grits out, even as his hands shake with the effort of holding back.
I’m clenching around nothing, a desperate moan locked behind my lips. But he’s right. I step back, putting space between usbefore I combust. We’re both breathing hard, clothes rumpled and lips kiss-bruised.
The heat in Frost’s gaze could melt steel.
The elevator doors slide open, revealing the lobby. I take a deep breath, smoothing my clothes and hair. Frost’s tugging his jacket straight with hands that tremble just slightly.
To an outsider, we probably seem like the picture of professionalism. The badass executive and her stoic bodyguard. Only the flush on my cheeks and the fire in his eyes hint at the inferno raging between us.
But as his hand settles on my back, guiding me through the crowd with that effortless control, I feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. The scrape of his teeth, the heated words breathed against my throat.
Tonight. God, it can’t come soon enough.
Frost is it for me. The one. And from the fierce possession in his eyes when they meet mine, I know he feels the same.
The rest, we’ll figure out together. One step at a time.
