33. Forbidden

Jackson

Elise Campbell would be the death of me. I’d known that the moment I’d set eyes on her, and my prediction was playing out in real time as I devoured her.

The death of my self-control, my professionalism, and any sense of self-preservation I had. None of that mattered when I tasted how sweet she was or felt how perfectly her curves fit in my palms, like she was tailor-made for me.

I was her temporary bodyguard. Originally assigned to her father, I only got switched to Elise, because her personal bodyguard had been shot.

Years of watching and waiting and wishing. It had all come down to this, and it was even better than I’d imagined.

Elise’s arms wrapped around my neck, her body pliant beneath mine. She tasted like mint and sugar, and at that moment, it became my favorite taste in the world.

I pushed her against the side of the pool and tightened my grip on her hair, my mouth not leaving hers the entire time.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was hard, demanding, and possessive