"You want my mouth on you?" His husky voice holds a thread of amusement. "Then beg for it." I'm mindless with desire, my thoughts all over the place, and that's probably why I don't hesitate before saying, "Please." "Good girl," he croons, before his head disappears between my legs, giving me what I want. What I need. ------- Rory Tremaine is spoiled by her father and is used to getting everything she wants. So when a threat in the form of a stalker has her father hiring a bodyguard to protect her, Rory decides that the sexy hunk of a man is what she wants next. When Carter accepts the job of protecting Rory, he knows that it's going to be taxing. What he doesn't expect, however, is for it to become his hardest job yet—in more ways than one. Women propositioning him comes with being attractive and Carter is usually pro at resisting temptation. The thing is that with Rory, he's not so sure he can. He's 36 and she's 23. Giving into his urges would be wrong. Not to mention, forbidden. But when Rory goes after something, she's relentless and Carter is about to realise that giving in is so much easier than resisting.
view moreCARTER “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “You!” She screams, stomping her foot like a teenager that’s not being allowed to have her way. “You’re my goddamn problem.” Her outburst draws the eyes of a few people that have left the club in hopes of finding a more discreet location to make out and they stare, curious. The glare I aim at them have them looking away immediately. “I gave you an order, Rory.” I seethe, closing the distance between us in long, measured strides. “Just one fucking order and all you had to do was follow it.” She lifts her chin in defiance but backs up until her back is plastered to the side of my car. I don’t stop until there is not a silver of space between us. Until her tightened nipples are grazing my chest through my shirt with every ragged breath she takes. Lust clouds my vision so thoroughly, I can barely make out the outline of her face through the haze. “I don’t have to follow your orders because I do not answer to you.” Her words come out
CARTER The sneaky little shit. When she'd told me that she would go to the club whether I went with her or not, I'd thought that her next move would be to try to sweet-talk me into allowing her go or possibly strong-arm me into going with her. Not once had the idea that she might decide to sneak out crossed my mind because I’d thought there was no way she could. Of course it hadn't crossed my mind. She barely steps out of her room without me knowing. Rory is loud—not loud enough to make me want to gouge my eyes out everytime she's in the vicinity, but definitely loud enough that I can never forget there’s someone else in the house. But apparently, I don't give Rory enough credit because she's turned out to be smarter than I initially thought she was. The first dead giveaway that she wasn't in the house anymore, was when I'd spent a whole hour in the living room downstairs and hadn't caught even a tiny glimpse of her. I could've said that she was sleeping, but Rory doesn'
RORY To say that Carter has avoided me ever since dinner at my father’s would be a huge fucking understatement. Of course he’s been escorting me to work everyday, looming over me like a dark presence, but he only comes out of his room when he needs to grab something something from the kitchen, when he wants to go for a run, or when he goes out—which is extremely rare. I don’t see him at all and it’s starting to make me crazy. Why it eats at me so much, I’m not sure, but there are a lot of possible reasons for that. It may be because he’s the first man I’ve ever met that can resist me so thoroughly, I’d almost lost my confidence completely. It may also be because he’s such an asshole to me. It could also be because he’d made me horny as all fucks in that dark closet then all but tossed me aside like I’m a toy or object easily at his disposal. To use when he wants. Technically, he hadn’t used me. Neither of us had gotten off that day, but he’d put my hands on him, giving m
RORY My first instinct is to freak the fuck out. I open my mouth to scream when a big hand clamps over it and effectively stops me from producing any sound. Whimpering into the palm, and a bit turned on—because what the hell is happening right now?—I tilt my head and look up...and up into a face that belongs to none other than Carter. Somehow, my body must have known that it had been him pulling me aside and thats why I hadn’t panicked the way I should have. Why I’m growing wet just from being dragged into a room. Maybe I need to get myself checked. The only light coming into the room is from the tiny gap between the curtains and it’s not bright enough for me to see his expression, but I don’t have to see his face to know that he is angry. The emotion is basically rolling off o
RORY“Oh, you’ve seen Tiago already.” Dad finally breaks the ice. He’s oblivious to what’s happening between me and Carter as he walks round the table to where Elaine, who I’m just now noticing, stands.Deliberately not meeting Carter’s eyes, I pull back from Tiago and say, “Yeah, I didn’t know he was in town.”“Just came in,” Tiago tells me, giving me a pat on my head. Now, that action is the furthest thing from sensual—no one wants a guy they’re attracted to to pat them on the head like that—but of course it’s not going to come off that way to Carter. He’ll only see what he wants to see, the power of jealousy. Plus, literally everything Tiago does is sensual. Even the ordinary act of putting food in one’s mouth is ten times sexier when he does it. I know because I’ve watched him do it several times, and no, it does absolutely nothing for me. Sadly. “He’s the reason we had to delay thirty minutes,” Elaine supplies and I nod,
RORYToday is Friday, which means that I have a box of goodies waiting for me on my door step. I don't know how Avery does it, but she never forgets. Every Friday, she orders a bunch of pastries and has them delivered to my place. They always arrive when I'm still at work so I always come back home to them. Always. And there's just something good about knowing that I have it there waiting for me at the end of the day.I look forward to it every Friday.The excitement fuels my movements and I hurry out of the car, a smile stretching across my lips when I see the white box with the familiar company's design on it, sitting on my doormat. I bend and scoop it up just as a car door slams shut behind me. I know who it is, of course, but I won't pass up an opportunity to get my eyes on Carter—actually, I've started looking forward to it. When I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I'm thinking of going down to the kitchen to 'bump' into him bec
CARTER “You’re wearing two different shoes. You know that right?”Rory frowns, looks down in confusion, then her eyes grow wide. “Oh, shit. I can’t believe I went out like that. I was so distracted, I literally just shoved my feet into the nearest things I could find.” Her head falls back on a groan. “God. People must have thought I was crazy.”So, she hadn’t known. It just makes me all the more curious as to what had happened that had caused her to leave in such a hurry. I lean back against the counter and fold my hands across my chest, watching her as she hops onto the counter on the other side of the big kitchen. It takes her a few tries before she finally manages to park her ass on it.My eyes fall to her swaying legs dangling over the edge and it almost brings a smile to my lips. She’s so small.I’d deliberately stuck to this side of the kitchen, wanting to put as much space as possible between us. The more space there was
CARTER"You sound like you're terribly angry.""I'm not.""I'm going to take a wild guess here and say it's the girl.""It's not.""I should talk to her soon, you know. Just so that I can thank her for taking up the rather taxing job of pissing you off while I'm away." "Fuck you.""I'd take you up on that offer if I didn't know that you'd rather fuck her instead."I say nothing to that. I'm on the phone with Adam right now and he's being his usual self—an ass. I'm beyond tempted to hang up on him, but I know that he hasn't told me his reasons for calling yet, and if I do hang up, he's just going to call me back right away. He's an ass. "You're quiet." He hums and I can almost see him tapping his index finger against his bottom lip with his head cocked. "Does that mean I'm right?""It means I'm about to hang the hell up right now if you don't tell me why you're calling."
RORYMy heart hasn't stopped it's racing pace by the time I step out of the elevator into one of the floors the company uses—the floor my boss' office is on. The walk to her office is done on auto-pilot, and when I get there, I knock on the door once and wait, trying my hardest not to shift from foot to foot like a nervous teenager. I feel like I'm about to be given detention. Her "come in" is loud and toneless. Just like the song my thoughts are creating right now. "Rory," she says in that same neutral tone when I enter the office. "Please have a seat."That's when I realise that she's not alone.There are two chairs in front of the huge mahogany table opposite her chair and one of them is occupied by a beautiful woman that works on the same floor as me. Right next to me, actually.Her blonde hair is tied pack in a ponytail that swishes as she turns to look at me, her eyes following my movements. I can't qu
RORYI blink at my father, not sure that I just heard him correctly. “Come again?”“You’re getting a bodyguard.”I blink again. “I’m not getting a bodyguard.”“Okay.” He shrugs and I’m about to sigh out in relief that he’s letting this go so easily when he says, “I’m getting one for you.”Oh my fuck—“Elaine.” I turn to my father’s wife with pleading eyes. “Please tell my father that he’s being ridiculous.”Elaine gives me a small sympathetic smile but that’s all I get from her. “I’m sorry, Rory, but my hands are tied on this matter.”“Oh my God.” I fling my hands in the air and fall backwards on the couch. “Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit too far?”Dad’s face scrunches up in a look that screams ‘what-the-fuck?’ and points a finger at himself. “I’m taking this too far?”Okay, maybe he is not taking it too far.Maybe it’s me who is downplaying it. Four days ago, I’d been lingerie shopping with my best friend, Avery, when a bullet had sailed past my head. I’d been so shocked ...
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