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I swallow, thinking he’s going to kiss me there. Instead, he helps me out of the rest of my undergarments and into the shower. I watch him move around my bathroom and it’s clear he has been inside of my apartment before. He slips my silk panties into his pocket before he grabs the body wash and pours some directly into the palm of his hand.

“Turn around.” His command is sharp, and I listen.

The roughness of the skin tells me he works with his hands often, but the tenderness of his movements to cover my back in soap shows me a sensitive side to his nature. The minutes fly by as Collin ends up bathing my entire body.

He shuts the water off and wraps me in a long towel. The man decides to dry me off and before I can protest, he hoists me into his arms and carries me into the bed.

“Are you coming too, Daddy?”

The grin on his lips is subtle as he bends down to kiss me on my forehead. “Not tonight. You need some sleep. We both do. If I get in this bed, you won’t be going anywhere. I’ll be here at ten a.m. sharp to bring you to the luncheon on your schedule. Have a good night, Cory.”

He doesn’t wait for me to say anything else as he pads across the room, and I hear him leave my apartment. The sound of my front door locking behind him tells me he’s not coming back despite my body yearning for his touch.

The following morning has me up and at ‘em with only four hours of sleep, much of which was full of dreams where Collin is much more to me than a bodyguard. I have on my signature navy blue pinstripe pant suit that makes me look like another politician, but with a dose of sexy.

The knock on my door is surprising, but Collin on the other side of it is not. He’s in a simple suit that’s sure to allow him to blend into the crowd. His eyes trace over my frame and a smile greets me.

“Good morning, Miss Girard. You look stunning.”

“I’m sure I look exhausted, Daddy, but thank you.”

He growls and leans in close to me. “That stays between us until my job is finished. Understood?”

I can’t help but taunt and tease him. “Yes, Daddy.”

He growls again, which makes me giggle as I gesture around to the apartment, “It’s just us in here.”

He grunts and holds the crook of his arm out for me to grab. He escorts me out of my building and into a waiting SUV with windows tinted black. I peer into the front seat as he opens the back door for me to slide in, but there’s no driver.

“It’s just us today,” he tells me as if he can read my mind. He pauses and continues once he’s behind the steering wheel. “It’s easier to manage you and your activities without the extra set of eyes. Besides, I have a feeling you’ll be testing me in the most unprofessional ways possible today.”

“I’ve been thinking about that, and while I’m sure I don’t need a bodyguard, I imagine getting you to fuck me will be difficult if I get you fired.”

He groans, “Watch that fuckable little mouth of yours. You have no idea what you’re asking for, little girl.”

“After last night, I know exactly what I’m asking for. Now, it’s the only thing I can think about. Hopefully, I can put all of those wild ideas to the back of my mind to give this speech.”

“What kind of wild ideas?” He smiles at me through the rearview mirror as we make our way through the late morning to the hotel hosting the latest campaign event.

“In the shower would feel nice.”

He chuckles. “Not as nice for me. I’ll do it, but just know that the water will be on you most of the time, which literally leaves me out in the cold. What else is on yourwildradar?”

I don’t really like being put on the spot, but I try to come up with something outlandish that curiosity will drive him to quit and fuck me senseless. “How about in this SUV?”

“Right now?” He raises an eyebrow just as we turn into the hotel’s parking lot. There’s a valet directing us and people making their way inside. “You want the windows down, too?”

This time I laugh. “Yes, because Bjorn Girard’s daughter getting sexed down doggie style in the back of an SUV while voters make their way into the luncheon she’s a guest speaker at is the best vision for a smooth campaign.”

“It was your suggestion,” he says. “I’m not against it at all, but I can’t be on the job while doing things like that. I’d much rather it be known that you belong to me, heart, body, and mind before we get caught fucking in cars in parking lots.”

“How do you know we’re going to get caught?”

Collin chuckles again as he parks the SUV in a designated parking space before shutting it off and rounding the back to open the door for me. He holds his hand out to help me out and keeps me pressed against his body.

His voice is low, deep, and full of certainty. “If last night is any inkling of what’s to come, you’re going to be loud.”

“I am not loud,” I tell him, but the reality is I don’t know. Am I going to be loud? Won’t I have control over myself as he pushes himself in and out of me?

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