"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.
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I 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 and confused by the sudden chaos that my feet had locked, gluing to the ground like two lead weights, unable to move. It was Avery that had screamed, probably thinking that I was the target of the shooter, and shoved me to the ground while several gunshots rang out. My dad had freaked out when he’d called me, beyond pissed that he had to hear about the whole incident from the news and not from me, but this right here was why I didn’t tell him. I’d known that he was going to react this way. That he was going to blow the whole thing out of proportions and assume that I was the shooter’s target. When it comes to my safety, my father comes out with guns cocked, ready to fire. I don’t know if it’s because I’m his only child or if he is just that protective of everyone he cares about. Could be the latter or the former, I’m not sure, but the point remains that he reads too much into things and it’s frustrating sometimes. I breathe out through my mouth and push my hair away from my face, trying to get my composure back. I’m Rory. I can sweet talk my way out of any situation. I got this. “Dad, I agree that this is an important issue and therefore should be treated as such,” I start, facing my dad. He nods like he’s happy I’m finally seeing things his way and I take that to mean that I’m going to win. “You’re not taking this too far at all. You’re only angry because you care about me. I get that.” He nods again, urging me to continue. “Here’s what I’ll do; I’ll promise to take care of myself better and to never put myself in situations like that ever again. How about that?” I hold myself back from pointing out that I never put myself in dangerous situations like that to begin with and that its the first time I’m being shot at, because, hello, I’m trying to win him over here. Dad sighs and rises from the sofa, and I watch him walk over to the bar and pour himself a glass of scotch. My panicked eyes bounce from his back to Elaine, who has been sitting beside him on the sofa this entire time, watching the whole thing play out. Why is he silent? I want to ask her. This cannot be good. Quiet dad isn’t good dad. When he turns back around and I see the expression on his face, I’m convinced that whatever he has to say is definitely something I do not want to hear. “I’m sorry, love, but I can’t take your word for it.” The words have my shoulder sinking into the ground in defeat. “It’s not that I don’t trust that you’ll take your promise seriously; It’s because I know you and I know that sometimes, you can’t help it.” The funny thing is I totally understand what he’s saying. I could make the promise to him right now that I’m going to take my safety seriously but at the end of the day, I would end up doing something that would somehow lead me into a precarious situation. So it isn’t like I would deliberately break the promise—I would end up breaking it without meaning to. People don’t call me wild and reckless for nothing. And by people, I mean bloggers. “I…” I stare at my dad with a disbelieving look then turn to Elaine—who shrugs and gives me that same sympathetic smile. ”But a bodyguard?” I cry. “That just seems so…so…a lot.” I end up saying after trying to search for the right word. “What am I going to do with a bodyguard?” “Absolutely nothing,” Dad announces with a smile on his face that looks a lot like he’s enjoying my current predicament. “Isn’t that the best part? He’s the one that does all the work while you just sit there and do nothing. Isn’t that wonderful?” Oh My God. My father did not just say that. Dad, oblivious to the twin looks of amusement on my and Elaine’s face—and also to the fact that what he just said was a double entendre—goes on. “He’ll go everywhere with you and he’s going to be reporting back to me in case anything happens. I’m already working on it as we speak, so don’t worry your pretty head. In fact, I already have a list of the best men lined up. I just have to pick out the perfect one and we’re all set.” Wow. I never even had a shot at swaying him, did I? “I don’t need to be babied,” I groan, covering my face with my palms. When did this turn into my life? “I’m twenty-three for fuc—fudge’s sake.” My dad also doesn’t like me cursing when I’m around him. I’m pretty sure he’d rather I stop cursing completely but he knows that’s not possible, so he’s settled for restricting it as much as he can. Dad’s expression softens. “I’m not trying to baby you, Rory, I’m trying to protect you. And since I’m not around to do it all the time, hiring a bodyguard is the next safest option.” I understand where he’s coming from, I do. But I can’t stop thinking about how extra and unimportant a bodyguard is because I sure as hell don’t believe that my life is in danger. It’s so unlikely, I’d laughed out loud a few minutes later after the incident when Avery told me that the shooter had aimed the gun at me. But my father believes that my life could be in danger and now he’s decided to hire a bodyguard to protect me because apparently, I’m just that important. You are important. You’re Spencer Tremaine’s daughter. A sigh escapes my lips as I tip my head back, staring at the ceiling. I may not accept that I need a bodyguard, but I’m not going to argue with my father on it anymore. If he believes that I need a bodyguard, then I’m going to get one. Everything he’s doing is for my own safety and because he loves me. So I’m going to let him get away with this one. Just this one. I exhale and on that breath, all the fight leaves my body. “Okay, Dad. Hire a bodyguard.”RORYThe heat of Carter’s eyes are like a brand on my skin from where he stares at me, on the other side of the kitchen island. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the blowjob and while there’s definitely the unmistakable look of awe on his face, there’s also something else. He almost looks unhappy, probably because when we got out of the shower, he’d been so hell-bent on eating me out, to which I’d refused, taken a proper shower and ordered us takeout instead. He looks at me like I’ve taken his favorite thing away. It’s so unexpected, it brings a small smile to my face. His scowl deepens and that does nothing but make my smile widen. Sometimes, I think about the Carter of before and struggle to match him with the man sitting in front of me now. We’ve come a really long way, from not being able to pull a word out of him to him giving them to me freely. From him avoiding me like I was the plague itself to him now being in a foul mood because I refused to partake in an activity that
CARTER“Rory…” Her name is a hoarse sound on my lips, my vision so clouded with lust and hazy around the edges that I can barely make out anything save for her face.“Yeah?”She seems just as distracted as I am. I don’t even think it’s possible she heard what I said with the way her eyes stay glued to my lips. Her lashes are wet and spiky, a droplet of water running down the side of her face and stopping at her upper lip. All I can think about is closing the distance between our faces and licking it off. Her skin has never looked better than it does at the moment. “What are you doing?” Actually, the question I should be asking is ‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’ because how on earth do I have a naked Rory pressed up to me and the only thing I can think to do is ask her what she is doing. Maybe the blood loss had affected my brain after all, because I sure as hell am not thinking right. “I-I…” Rory blinks as she struggles to find her words, her hands dropping to rest on my uninjur
CARTERShe looks around, seemingly at a loss. “Um…”“Need me to refresh your memory?” I’m having way too much fun with this than I should. “If I remember correctly, your words were ‘I want to assist you in taking a shower’. Or are you retracting them?”“Of course not,” Rory huffs, rolling her eyes as she seems to get her bearing back. “Why would I? I said I’ll help you take a shower and I will.”One of my brow quirks up as I appraise her. “Okay, so why am I standing in here and you’re all the way over there?”My mood has significantly improved compared to when I slid out of bed this morning with my arm radiating so much pain, I’d wanted nothing more than to cut the limb off and be done with it. After staggering to the bedside table, pain ringing a fucking anthem in my head, I’d found my prescription, popped two pills in my mouth and washed it down with water before stumbling into the bathroom to take a piss. The fact that I’d woken up to find Rory sleeping next to me yet hadn’t ling
RORY I’m jolted awake by the sound of something crashing to the ground. Frowning, I sit up on the bed, glancing around warily as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. This room looks familiar but it’s not mine. I frown, glancing down at the sheets pooled on my laps. Where the hell am I? That’s when I remember. The lights going off as the room plunged into darkness. Several gunshots ringing out in rapid successions. My head slamming against the ground. Carter getting hit by a bullet. A familiar masculine voice muttering a string of profanities has me hurrying out of the bed and running to the en suite bathroom. In my panic, I don’t remember to knock. I simply twist the door-knob and freeze when I see Carter standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the sink with his one good hand. His head lifts at the sound of the door creaking open and his eyes meet mine in the mirror. He looks like he’
RORYThe doctor clears Carter to leave. He says there are no signs of complications, no excessive bleeding, no signs of an infection or nerve damage and that his vitals are perfectly normal. The amount of relief I feel when he gives us the news is astronomical, like lead weights have been lifted off my shoulder. I’m waiting in the car my dad has called for us while him and Carter talk. It’s the same car from earlier with the same driver who may or may not have heard—or seen—Carter and I having sex. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I think of it. I couldn’t look at him just now when he’d opened the door for me, for fear that I’d take one look at him and see the confirmation that he had seen us all over his face. A text message pops into my phone and I glance down at it as the screen lights up, staring at Avery’s name. She’d called less than a second after I told her we were at the hospital and she’d lost her shit when I told her I got shot at again and that Carter had shoved me
RORYThe room has erupted into chaos all around me and my eyes are still struggling to adjust to the sudden light again. Worse? I can’t move because there are literal bodies on top of me. All I can see are people’s blurry shoes. Shoes, shoes and shoes. And there’s blood soaking through my gown, people locking me to the ground, and my head hurts like a fucking bitch. Someone grunts and the weight sealing me to the ground reduces. I still can’t move though because there’s still a body on top of mine. It isn’t until my eyes finally blink into focus that I see that the extra weight that had been pinning me to the floor—the one that just left—is Carter and he extends a hand to the person lying diagonally on top of me.My father. I frown, still lying there on the floor as I struggle to piece this scene together because something about it does not add up. For one, I’d not been standing next to my dad when the lights went out. I’d taken a considerable number of steps away from him, actual
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