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“We’d both be guarding you, Ms. Hanson,” I replied. “Your father has made it clear to us that you’re the asset most worth protecting. There’s also the fact that your father works in a fairly secure building the majority of the time, while your college is accessible to anyone off the street.”

“You’re the higher security risk, Ms. Hanson,” Zeke clarified. “Which means that you’re the main priority.”

“I don’t know if I like the sound of that.” Natalie grimaced. The room was entirely silent as Zeke and I quietly waited on any further updates from the rest of our security team.

“Holy shit,”Zeke groaned as we walked into another safe room, leaving Mr. Hanson and his daughter with one of our security staff. We’d just gotten an intel update and needed to discuss it before we brought the information to Mr. Hanson, wanting to make sure that we understood all the details before presenting the case.

“Something wrong, Zeke?” I asked, already staring down at the tablet in my grip.

“You saw her, right?” Zeke asked. “Natalie Hanson?”

“We were just in the same room, weren’t we?” I answered, matter of fact. “Of course, I saw her, Zeke.”

“Fuck.” Zeke groaned again. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman that hot up close.”

“You think every third woman who walks in a room is the hottest one you’ve ever seen,” I murmured.

“So, what? You’re saying that you don’t think she’s hot?”

“I have eyes, Zeke,” I replied. “So no, I’m not saying that she isn’t attractive. What I’m saying is that we have a job to do, and it’d be better for our wallets and our business if we just focused on the task at hand.”

“Right. You’re right. We should focus…” Zeke’s words trailed off. “King, do you think she’s into blond guys? And how do you think she’d feel about hooking up with a retired Marine?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Zeke,” I instructed, then held my tablet outward, giving him a full view. “And consider finding it a new home in Miami because it seems like the extortionists are based out of that city.”

“Miami? Really?” Zeke hummed, seemingly slipping back into business mode. “That’s kind of weird for a guy who’s made his living in Texas, right? What do you think is the connection?”

“No idea, but we’re going to find out,” I replied, turning the tablet back toward me. “Because if these guys are from Miami, that means they’re probably pretty good with guns. And the worst thing for our business would be a front-page story about the dead state senator’s daughter we were supposed to be protecting.”

“Something like that would probably make national news,” Zeke mused. “Alright. What are you thinking? Full-time surveillance?”

“The same thing we did in Manila when those terrorists were threatening to bomb the U.S. ambassador’s house.”

“God, I miss chicken adobo.” Zeke sighed. “They just don’t make it the same stateside, you know? I feel like the ingredients are just off.”

Zeke started to head out of the safe room, a determination to his walk that let me know he was back to taking things seriously, even if his mind seemed a little preoccupied with authentic Filipino food.

And I quietly let out a sigh of relief. I was hopeful that if Zeke was able to keep himself focused, not letting himself get distracted by thoughts of Natalie Hanson, then I would be able to keep her out of my thoughts, too.

Although, despite my best efforts so far, it seemed like I hadn’t stopped thinking about her ever since I’d seen her standing on the other side of the room.God, she was a stunner.

Chapter 3

Natalie

I’d woken up with a start. Zeke and King were in my bed.

I was confused at first, wondering when they’d come over to my apartment, wondering how they were able to slip beneath my bedsheets without me feeling their weight at my sides. But the harder I tried to think about it, the more it seemed like the questions evaporated into thin air around me.

In that same moment, I noticed a strange feeling between my thighs. I slid a hand between them, not stopping until my finger was circling around my entrance, curious about the odd sensation. My pussy was slightly throbbing the same way it would whenever I’d finger myself, or whenever I was brave enough to use a small dildo while playing with my clit. I’d never had anything too much bigger inside of me, my nerves always going into full effect when I thought about a full-sized cock sliding inside of me.

It was the main reason that I was still a virgin, despite all the guys I’d sloppily made out with at frat parties and the bar. I just hadn’t felt comfortable going any further with any of them, not even the ones who’d promised to take it slow, and not even the ones I’d really liked.

But now, it seemed like I’d finally crossed the line, my pussy throbbing again as I slipped a finger inside. I felt a sense of panic come over me as I wondered if I’d lost my virginity to Zeke or Kingston, if I’d only slept with one of them while the other just watched.

Or worse, got the whole thing on tape.

Although, without having any evidence at all, I had this gut feeling that I hadn’t just lost my virginity to either of them.

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