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I’d already loved someone with everything I had, and she was ripped away from me—my fiancé, Lila. I’d processed the accident to the point where I knew it wasn’t my fault. Lila had slipped and fallen off her surfboard and hit her head on a rock, ending her life instantly. It could have happened to me. It could have happened to anyone.
But if I had done more to make sure the area was safe, could I have saved her? I felt like I could have. All the ‘maybes’ still haunted me.
She was the reason I had even cleaned my shit up and become a bodyguard. I didn’t want anyone else to be in a situation where they could have been saved, but weren’t. And getting into something with a client was bad enough, but getting into something with a woman whose existence exposed her to all kinds of risk was even worse.
But telling my heart that was impossible. It had a life of its own, and it was running straight toward Taylor. She was going to make me throw away all my common sense.
“Shit,” Ethan murmured under his breath. “Remember that client we had four months ago? That up-and-coming singer?”
“Yeah.” He was a nice kid and easy to work with.
“His manager wants me to come to a last-minute meeting about security on his upcoming tour,” Ethan said, checking his watch. He closed his laptop. “Since you’ll be here for the rest of the afternoon, I’ll go ahead to that meeting.”
“Okay.” Taylor glanced up from her laptop. “Will you be home in time for dinner?”
“Yes, I will.” Ethan tucked his laptop into his bag. “Text me if you need me.”
We all said our goodbyes and went back to work. At least for a little bit. After a while, Taylor got up and stretched, exposing her smooth stomach. I wanted to nip the softness right beneath her bellybutton and keep kissing my way down.
“I need a break, I think,” she said. “Do you guys want something to eat?”
“Sure, I need a break, too.” Harrison massaged the back of his neck. “What were you thinking about eating?”
“Don’t know. Maybe I’ll just throw something together.” She walked over to the kitchen, and both of us followed.
Taylor cooked pretty regularly, and surprisingly well, for someone who had to have had private chefs all her life.
“Let’s see…” She cocked one hip out. Those damn leggings of hers were yet another thing that was driving me crazy. And companies sent them to her by the truckload. “A smoothie or something? A smoothie bowl?”
“I don’t get smoothie bowls, as pretty as you make them,” Harrison said, coming up behind her. “Why not drink it?”
“It’s like… gazpacho with crunchy stuff on top.” She shrugged, looking over her shoulder at him and smiling. “It’s the experience.”
“Then let’s have that experience,” he said. I nearly laughed. Harrison was the least smoothie bowl guy ever. He was fucking smitten.
“Sounds good.” Taylor opened up her pantry, humming to herself as she absently shook her hips. Her pantry was perfectly organized—something she’d made a YouTube video about—but I wasn’t focusing on that. I couldn’t pull my eyes off her ass to save my life.
She pulled a few powders and supplements out of the pantry and put them on the counter. Then she went into the fridge and pulled out nut butter, almond milk, and fresh fruit.
“It’s going to be very pink.” She gave us a mischievous smile, the one that made me want to do anything she asked me to do. “But it’ll taste like berries.”
Harrison and I watched her throw everything into her blender, getting to the nut butter last. She drizzled some into the blender and put the spoon in her mouth. The way her eyes fluttered closed, humming with pleasure, sent a lick of heat down to my cock. Shit. I wanted her mouth around my cock while she made that sound.
She opened her eyes and looked between me and Harrison, genuine confusion, then understanding coming into her eyes. She licked her bottom lip, and Harrison let out a heavy breath.
“What?” she asked, all innocence. Fake innocence, which only made my cock harder.
“You know, Taylor,” I said, coming up to her. She turned her back to the counter, pressing her ass against it. “Doesn’t she know, Harrison?”
“She definitely does.” Harrison boxed her in on her left side, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “And I think she likes showing off that gorgeous body of hers.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her bottom lip again, her back subtly arching. “I just like the way you both look at me sometimes. Like you want to devour me.”
I put my hands on either side of her, our bodies pressed together.
“Are you a mind reader?” I asked.
I didn’t let her answer. I kissed her the way I’d wanted to for ages, hot and intense. She melted against me, her fingers coming to thread through my hair. Her enthusiasm made up for her slight clumsiness. I slid my hand down to grab her ass, squeezing.
