All Chapters of How Do I Seduce My Married Bodyguard?: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CadeGoing to Quinn’s room had been on a whim, Cade’s inner brat coming out to play. When he’d found Quinn was in the bathroom he’d been torn, unsure whether to leave Mogs or stay. Some impulse made him stay. When Quinn had come out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and with droplets peppered across tanned shoulders, Cade had to fight the overwhelming urge to beg Quinn to allow him to lick off each drop, followed by him falling to his knees to lick the line of Quinn’s abs.He’d only intended to wind up Quinn, dial up the brattiness. He’d never intended to actually spill his guts about his inner fears. What was it about Quinn that made him cough up his innermost thoughts?Now he headed back to his bedroom, Mogs in his arms, and Quinn close behind. What the hell was Quinn going to do? Sit there and stare at him until he fell asleep? He turned in the bedroom, uncertain of what Quinn expected.Quinn tossed the pillow on the floor, took Mogs out of his arms and nodded at the bed. “Climb

CadeCade groaned as he opened his eyes. He was shocked to find sunlight playing through a gap in the drapes across the comforter. He’d spent all night in his bed. So much for sneaking out. Yet, he felt exhausted from bones to balls. Worse than he had after nights of no sleep. Then heremembered his breakdown the previous night.Oh God.He’d lost it completely in front of Quinn.Cade turned his head to find Mogs staring at him but no sign of Quinn.She’d curled up on Quinn’s pillow as if she was guarding Cade. “What did I do, Mogs? I made a complete idiot of myself.”She chirruped at him as if in agreement.He pulled a face. “You’re not supposed to agree, old girl.”Another chirrup and a sniff.Cade put his arm across his eyes, blocking out her judgmental expression. Trust Quinn to have a cat more judgmental than he was.“You’re right. I needed it.”He’d suppressed the need to cry for so long. It wasn’t that he believed the ‘men don’t cry’ bullcrap. It was more complicated than that.

QuinnIt had been so hard to let Cade go shower by himself. Quinn hovered at the bottom of the stairs, between Cade and the rest of the world. Cade reappeared seven and a half minutes later still toweling his hair and wearing his T-shirt inside out.“Good boy,” Quinn praised him. “Although you might want to turn your T-shirt around the other way.”“Not your boy,” Cade said automatically, but Quinn saw the flash of pleasure in his eyes before he stripped off his shirt. Quinn couldn’t tear his gaze away from the nipple rings, the ink across one shoulder, stretching down his back and curling around his side. Between the ink and the treasure trail down his slender belly, Quinn wanted to pick Cade up in his arms and take him to bed.“You like dragons,” he said.“Yeah.” Cade’s voice was muffled as he slid the cotton over his head. He ran his hands through his hair and looked up at Quinn. “Better?”Quinn liked the fact Cade sought his approval, even though he didn’t have to. “Better.”They w

CadeThe anger that flooded through Cade when he saw Quinn cuddling Ian was something he never expected. He felt like ripping Ian’s throat out. How dare he cuddle Cade’s Daddy.Quinn is mine!Except he wasn’t, which made Cade angrier. And then he had to insinuate Quinn was into kids. His stupid mouth. He hated the look on Quinn’s face. Like he’d disappointed him somehow. Quinn was angry and disappointed with him, and then he walked away. Cade felt like he wasthree years old.He stomped back into the rehearsal. Ian shot him a worried look. So he fucking should. One word from Cade, and he’d be out.“About fucking time,” Keith bellowed, as oblivious as ever to the tension in the room.Dave wasn’t, though. He stared at both Ian and Cade like he was waiting for one of them—Cade—to explode.“Cade—” Ian said.“Later.” Cade stalked over to his guitar and took a slow, deep breath. He had a job to do. He was a professional. Right?“Get a fucking grip,” Dave said bluntly at the end of three hou

CadeCade faced forward, furious at himself as Quinn lectured him about respect. The muscle had no right to give him orders. He needed to be stronger than this. He should be the one giving orders, even if it went against every bone in his body.He really had to get himself under control. He’d never been this possessive of boyfriends before, not even over Eric. Why did Quinn bring out the green-eyed monster in him? He wasn’t in a relationship with Quinn, he was just there to guard his back.Yet all Cade wanted to do was stay in Quinn’s arms forever. And Quinn, bastard, knew that, or at least sensed it. Cade was just another boy to Quinn, in a long line of disposable boys. Cade gritted his teeth, angry at himself, angry at Quinn, and angry at Eric for treating him like Cade was nothing more than a hole in which to stick his dick.“Hey.”Quinn’s exclamation was almost lost in the rumble of the Harley’s engine, but his arms tightening around Cade jogged Cade from his dark thoughts.“What?