Page 18 of Billionaire Bodyguard

“You are safe. I’d kill anyone who tried to come for you. Hell, I might hurt any man who tries to get near you,” he growled.

I shivered, so turned on by how possessive he sounded, how protective, as if he’d do anything necessary to ensure my happiness.

“The gala’s gonna be hard for you, huh?”

“We’re still going?” he asked, sounding as if we’d be going to a couple’s root canal.

“Yes. You know Marigold’s going to insist.”

“God, is there anything I can do to get out of it. What would you do if I kidnapped you and hid you away in a remote cabin, just for me?”

“Mmm…” I hedged, feeling my body softening, begging for him to take me again. With my past, his question should not turn me on. But the idea of being alone with him, belonging to him, made me tingle. My pussy contracted while he spoke, wetness sliding into my throbbing slit.

Ready for more, I trailed my fingers along his torso, aiming for the thin line of hair that led to his already hard cock. Thick and long, just how I liked it.

He clasped my hand, stilling it. “Forget I said that. Even if I’ve thought it a million times, I never would. Stealing you away would make me no better than…him. I would never force you to submit to me.”

“I know, Adler. Don’t worry about that. I know you’re not like him. And I don’t want you to hold back your, um, more dominant side because you think I might be scared. Please give me all of you.”

He threaded his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. “How are you so strong?”

“Trust. You earned my trust. Four years and you’ve never touched me in a way that may me uncomfortable, never said inappropriate things, never let anyone else bother me. I’d even think of you as my friend.” I bit my lip, wondering if that sounded dorky. “Is that okay?”

“It’s…yes. I want to be everything for you.” He sighed. “But do you really want to go to this gala thing? What if I just flew us to Paris instead. We could go see the Eiffel Tower.”

“Sounds nice,” I hummed, my pointer finger making circles on his chest, “but I don’t have a passport.”

“Okay…we can go to Vegas and see the one there on The Strip.”

“You really don’t want to go to any of the galas, do you?”

“I really don’t,” he admitted.

“You know, the women will go crazy for you. You’re so handsome. You know that, don’t you?”

He chuckled. “I’m just a man who dresses nice, keeps in shape, and has a good haircut. Besides, I don’t care what any other female thinks. Just you.”

I turned, resting both arms on his chest and looking down at him.

“Oh, come on,” I scoffed. “You know you’re ridiculously hot. Don’t be fake modest. Admit it.”

“Then you admit you’re gorgeous.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m really not.”

“Says you. I’m hard for you all the damn time. Now that the seal’s been broken, you might find yourself on my dick every chance I can get.”

“No complaints from me.” I resumed my position with my ear over his heart. “You’re good for my ego.”

He chuckled. “You’re good for me.”

Ten

Adler

“Coval has been spotted in New York,” Ghost told me three days later. “We had someone on his ass, but he managed to slip the tail again.”

“Fuck,” I swore. “What do you think?”

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