Page 36 of The Forbidden Bodyguard

But then our conversation crossed into more dangerous territory. The electric chemistry that lives like organic matter between Stella and me.

I realized I’d dropped my guard and was close to crossing a line.

If the choice were mine, I would’ve chosen your kiss.

Thank fuck we didn’t. I would’ve loved to have smashed my mouth down on her luscious pink lips and threaded my tongue inside, demanding she give me everything.

I wouldn’t have stopped.

Not until morning.

But she is marrying another man, and I’m her bodyguard. Oh, and that little thing called an employment contract that says this sort of thing is forbidden.

Perhaps that’s the attraction.

Her forbidden bodyguard.

No, Stella seems to have more depth to her than that. And yet, she is marrying someone else and telling me she wants me to kiss her.

Something is not right.

Otherwise, I would have called her driver, sat her on my knee as we drove home, kissing her until her lips were bruised. Then, the moment the elevator closed when we arrived, I would’ve ripped her clothing off, got one glimpse of her gorgeous breasts and consumed them.

Then the rest of her.

The closest piece of furniture would’ve been sufficient to prop her on while I spread her legs apart, licked her wet pussy and slammed my cock inside her.

See. These damn thoughts are why I didn’t kiss her. I wouldn’t have hesitated.

Stella Voss is not mine.

And it would serve me well to ignore my rock-hard cock when she looks at me with those big blue eyes and remember that.

The week has been long, but it’s finally Thursday, and we’re on our way to Tony Marino’s estate.

Stella is nervous, and it shows.

Last night, I briefed Cole and Marshall, who flew into JFK earlier in the day to assist, and Ryder joined before leaving for the airport himself.

“Nice to see you boys again.” I shook their hands.

“Next time you need us, can you make it June or July? It’s fucking freezing in New York.” Cole shuddered.

“Trust me, you’d hate this place in July. It’s hot as hell.” I laughed. “But I’ll do my best.”

“I’ve got beer or water.” Raven opened the door, and both Marshall and Cole turned. “It’s too late for coffee.”

“Not in LA,” Marshall smirked.

“Four beers,” Ryder replied and then shouted as she started to close the door. “Do we have any of those nuts?”

“You’re all nuts.” Raven rolled her eyes and then disappeared, leaving us none the wiser if we’d get them.

“Pretty sure my wife is related to Raven,” Cole laughed.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“No, but they’re both insane. Also, if you repeat that to Scarlet, I’ll shoot you.”