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She hadn’t anticipated his reaction. Bailey had counted on his arousal, she knew it was there, but she had anticipated his anger rather than his lust taking control.
Before she could avoid his kiss, his lips were covering hers. Before she could pull back, his arms were surrounding her, lifting her to him as his tongue rubbed against hers.
Bailey felt the hand at the back of her head, holding her in place. His fingers rubbed at her scalp as his tongue licked at hers, his lips stroking against hers.
A second later his hand was at her hip, tightening, pulling her fully against him, his erection pressing fully against her now as she felt lust suddenly surging through her.
“You’re insane,” he growled, maneuvering her until her back was pressed against the wall and her senses were going haywire. “Damn you, Bailey, you’ll be the death of both of us.”
There was anger and lust surging between them, a fiery surge of intensity that poured through her system. Her fingers tunneled into his hair, gripped and held him closer. She fought to melt into his body, to consume his kiss as his hand gripped her hip and tried to drag her closer. They fought to get closer.
“John,” she moaned his name as he nipped at her lips before moving to her jaw, her neck.
He dragged the sleeve of her robe over her shoulder as his lips followed. With his other hand, he pushed beneath the material covering her thighs.
Bailey drew in a harsh, ragged breath as his fingers found the moist, slick flesh between her thighs. She stilled, her lashes flying open to stare back at him as he parted the folds of flesh and found the hardened nub of her clit.
“There, baby,” he crooned, his voice deep and dark. “Feel how fucking good it is. You want a bodyguard? Let me show you just how well I intend to guard it.”
His fingers moved lower. She felt the width of two of them suddenly pressing against the clenched, hot entrance before he surged inside.
Fire erupted through her senses, sizzled over her flesh. Tremors shook through her. Bailey heard her own strangled cry, felt the violent clench of her body around his fingers, and the orgasm threatening to tear through her.
“Feel it?” he growled as he rubbed inside her, stroked her. “Feel it, Bailey.”
She felt it. All of it. The hunger, the need, the racing sensations that threatened to tear her apart.
“John,” she gasped his name again, then cried out as he pulled slowly away from her.
“No.” Bailey tried to draw him back, fought to find the pleasure again as a chill of foreboding swept through her. “Why are you doing this?”
Why was he drawing away from her? He wanted her, she knew he did, wanted her with the same desperation she wanted him.
“You won’t work me like you’ve worked Warbucks,” he stated, his voice harsh now. “You made damned sure you’re a part of this game, but you’ll play by my rules, Bailey. And my rules include information. Now start talking.”
“Your rules?”
“My rules,” his voice hardened.
Bailey smiled. “Bodyguards don’t give the orders, lover. This isn’t your game this time. It’s mine. You can share it with me or you can get the fuck out.”
Evidently John’s rules meant he walked. She watched in shock as he turned and left the house.
CHAPTER 4
IT INCLUDED HIM WALKING away from her and leaving her aching. That evening Bailey was still irritated, more with herself than with her early-morning visitor. John was determined to turn her life upside down and turn her operation against her. She could feel it. Almost as though even before he made the first move, she knew what he was going to do.
He’d left the house that morning after stepping away from her. He’d walked out, locked the door behind him, and disappeared the way he had come as she stared at his back in surprise.
He wanted her, yet he’d turned his back on her.
So much for that hard-on he’d tried to claim was so serious. He was probably perpetually hard.
Pulling her BMW into the front of the hotel he was staying at, Bailey turned her keys over to the valet before entering the lobby and moving quickly to the elevator.
She wanted answers. He hadn’t returned to the house to provide those answers, so she was coming to him. It might not be one of her brightest moves. She was well aware of the fact that he had most likely maneuvered her into doing just what she was doing.
As the elevator slid to a smooth stop at his floor, she stepped out and came face-to-face with one of the men she had watched in Atlanta.
