"Tyson, let's talk about this," Claudia gasped as she bounced on the bed, some of her temper diffusing as she began to get worried. "I'm not really into bondage." He ignored her and bent down to dig through the bag some more. The muscles of his arms strained against the fabric of his white dress shirt. She couldn't see what he was pulling out of the bag, but the rustling made her anxious. She tried to reason with him again, this time going for firm rather than pleading. "Don't you dare put anything else on me Tyson King, or I will make you regret it. Your other girlfriends might be into this kinky shit, but I'm having nothing to do with it." "I bought this stuff for you, before we even met. Never used it before," he rumbled in reply, straightening. Claudia's head swam with the idea that he was planning on using this stuff on her before he even acquired her. She was pretty sure that was stalkerrific, but her pussy tingled at the thought that he always planned on tying her down for

Claudia sat on top of a boulder, her legs dangling down the side and her palms pressed back into the warm rock where the sun had heated it. She contemplated the sight of Tyson King with a fishing pole in his massive paw. She thought he never looked sexier than he did in that moment, wearing beige cargo shorts, his rippling back bared to her lascivious gaze. She might have done something about her baser inclinations if Daniel weren't standing twenty feet away from them, staring at nothing in particular and doing a good job of looking like a badass mercenary bodyguard hanging out in the woods. She sent Daniel a glare for being himself and returned to her ponderings. She brought a leg up and studied the remnants of chipped rose coloured nail polish that had adorned her toenails. She would never have imagined that Claudia Cantore, or even Alicia Pederson, might enjoy living in the middle of nowhere, happily lost in the mountains. She still wasn't particularly fond of bears or ticks, but

"Time to go," Daniel Mercer growled down at the two women. Claudia tossed her long blond waves back over her shoulder and glared up at Tyson's goon. Despite spending weeks in the guy's company, he wasn't even remotely softening toward her. He acted as though she were a glass wall. A thing he could touch and guard, but also see right through. He wasn't rude, but he wasn't anything else either. It drove her nuts. It drove her to be uncharacteristically stubborn when he made suggestions she wasn't particularly fond of. Like when he suggested in no uncertain terms that she could meet her friend in Tyson's fortress of a penthouse rather than at a restaurant. They had been back in the city for three days. Tyson had business to attend to and he had been unwilling to leave Claudia even for a day. She felt the same way, so she had accompanied him back. In the city, he wanted her to stay in the penthouse at all times where she was safe. In fact, he had insisted. Claudia had systematically br

"I've missed you, Alicia." Claudia stared in shock and horror as she stumbled into Tyson's living room. Dante Marquez, her ex-boyfriend, surveyed the room as if he owned the place. He looked the same as he had when she'd last seen him a year and a half ago. He was a few inches shorter than her in her expensive heels. His chest and shoulders were leanly muscled. His tanned skin and black hair attested to his Cuban ancestry. He was a handsome man, with dark eyes, a sharp nose and high cheekbones. Though she despised him with every part of her, she also saw the original appeal. Claudia had spent months agonizing over the stupidity of her decisions. In the face of Dante's commanding presence and good looks, it was a miracle any woman could resist him. Until they saw the darkness that lurked within. It hadn't taken Claudia long to discover his true colours. She wondered how many other women had found out too late. "Dante," she said quietly. He turned to her, studying her striking fe

"These just arrived for you." Claudia looked up and smiled as Laney Paul walked into her office. The smaller woman set a box on her desk and took a step back. She was about 5'5" and weighed maybe 130 lbs. She was a lovely girl with a petite figure and straight black hair falling down her back. She was also one of the most deadly women Tyson could find to guard his jewel when she wasn't with him. Claudia had insisted on being part of the hiring process when it came to her protection detail. She understood the necessity of having one, but she absolutely wasn't going to have Daniel dogging her every step. While Daniel had warmed up to Claudia a tiny bit, in his own way, he still held himself stiffly separate. Claudia flat out refused to have decisions made for her when it came to her own safety. Tyson had been surprisingly understanding. He wanted his future wife to feel secure in her new life. When Daniel had gone toe to toe with Laney and pronounced her a decent fit for the security