Page 124 of Sweet Temptation

I had a major soft spot for this woman.

When I looked at her… it was almost like I had a heart or something.

In the car on the way here, I’d almost broken right down and touched her. Again.

Already touched her way too much on the way out of the bar. I did not need to hold her hand like that, or put my hands on her bare skin at all, or brush her hair off her neck when I gave her my jacket.

But I did.

I could still feel her impossibly soft, warm skin, her hair, on my fingers.

That was a major fuck-up that was definitely gonna stick with me.

And fuel my jack-off fantasies.

Bad move.

But since I’d already jacked off so many times thinking about her, what the hell was one more?

Or one-hundred more?

As pissed off as I was, all I really wanted to do right now was get my hand on my dick and maybe release some of this pent-up tension from this fucking day.

I started stripping off my suit… but my mind was too busy to focus on my throbbing dick anyway. I’d almost gotten used to the load I’d been carrying around. The constant tension and discomfort.

It was the same thing, every day.

It was the combination of being around Summer at her shows, when she was on fire like she was when she performed and worked the room… and being in the position of protecting her. It was doing something to me. Twisting me inside-out and making me ache for her like I’d never ached for any other woman.

It was some kind of primal thing. Alpha bullshit.

She was the party queen, and I wanted to conquer her or something. Have her down on her knees, gasping my name as I rammed myself into her.

Fuck, I was in trouble if I couldn’t get a hold of this shit.

I’d just never been this fucking tempted before.

I’d never lusted after a client. My role as bodyguard had never felt so goddamn sexual.

It was the way she looked at me.

The way she’d wanted me close to her tonight.

Can you stay with me…?

The way she’d looked at me when she said those words.

It was fucking with my head.

And just to make matters worse, Naveen had called while we were driving back to the hotel.

Blair Sanchuk was missing.

Our tail had lost him. Last night.

I’d found out early this morning, just before we flew to Montreal. Vancouver was three hours behind us, so I figured he’d turn up at some point by dawn, or at the very least, sometime today.

He didn’t.

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