“No.”
“Ryker, you can’t just say no. You’re a bodyguard that Camilla hired without telling me, and I’m relieving you of your services.”
I chuckle. She sounds so sure of herself, but she has no say in the matter. Sure, our relationship started as me as her bodyguard and her my charge, but things have changed, and she’s going to have to get used to that very fucking quickly.
“You think that’s all I am to you, Siren?” I glance over at her with a smirk. “Because I seem to remember you screaming my name when I had my fingers in your cunt. That doesn’t seem like the kind of service just a bodyguard offers.”
Her cheeks heat and she evades her gaze, looking anywhere but at me as the reminder of last night washes over her. “That was just one time,” she mutters.
“Sure it was.”
“It was!”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Ryker!” she snaps.
“You know I love to hear my name on those pretty lips, Chloe.”
An adorable growl tears from her throat, which only makes my smile grow wider. The longer she fights me, the further we can get before she remembers I’m taking her right back where she started.
“This is kidnapping,” she hisses.
I shrug. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve done in my life.”
“What does that even mean? And were you in my fucking trunk on the way up here?”
I nod. “I was. Maybe it wasyouwho kidnappedme,” I challenge.
“You’re infuriating,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
“And you’re adorable when you’re mad. I bet angry sex with you is going to be fucking wild.”
Wide eyes turn on me, the prettiest blush making its way down her throat and dipping beneath her sweater. Memories of how her smooth skin heated with every filthy word I said to her last night does nothing for my already half hard cock. At least I thought to wear sweatpants for this little adventure, and he’s not trapped in denim. “We are not having sex!”
“Not yet, but we will.”
Chloe can argue all she wants, but nothing is going to stand in the way of her becoming mine.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHLOE
NOW
Idon’t know what the most wild part of today has been.
Driving seven hours to get away from my ex and his crazy brother.
The fact that said crazy brother tailed me all the way.
Or that my bodyguard folded himself into my trunk for the trip, only to drive me straight back toward where I came from.
You know what? It's all been crazy as hell, and I’m ready to wake up from this nightmare.
The sun dipped beneath the horizon about an hour ago, but I refuse to ask Ryker if he plans for us to drive all the way back to New York tonight.
I also really need to pee because I caved and drank the energy drink he handed me twenty minutes into the drive, but my stubborn streak won’t let me ask him to stop.
