All Chapters of Forbidden: My Bodyguard's Obsession: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

NANCY'S POVAt the hospital he did the talking at the desk. I could not have formed a full sentence if I tried. They took us back quickly. The same doctor who had seen me after I fainted came in. She remembered my face. She remembered him too. She was calm in a way that made me want to scream and thank her at the same time.I gripped Zade’s hand while she examined me.I gripped it so hard my fingers hurt. He let me. He stood beside the bed and did not look away from my face, even when I knew he wanted answers from the doctor more than anything.“Is the baby okay?” I asked, before she had even finished. “Please. Just tell me.”“Give me a moment,” she said gently.Those seconds lasted years.Then she looked up and nodded.“The baby is fine,” she said. “Heartbeat is strong. This kind of light bleeding can happen. It can be from the cervix, or from strain, or from nothing we can point to. It is frightening, but it is not a miscarriage. Not from what I am seeing now.”The words did not lan

NANCY'S POVWhen I stepped under the spray, the water hit my shoulders and made me gasp. It ran down my chest, over my stomach, between my thighs. It helped a little. Not enough. The cold made my nipples ache. It did nothing for the heat lower down. I braced one hand on the tile and let my head drop forward. Water streamed off my hair into my eyes. Behind my closed lids he was still on the floor in the next room, shirtless, working, unaware that I was standing here dripping and restless because of him.My other hand slid down over the curve of my stomach.I was already wet. I could feel it even under the water, slicker than the shower, hotter. The thought was already there—his mouth between my legs, his hands spreading my thighs against this same tile, the way he used to look up at me when he told me to come on his tongue. The way he used to hold me open and lick until I shook. The way he used to push two fingers into me after and tell me I was ready, tell me to take him.My fingers f

NANCY'S POVHe took my hand and led me to the bedroom.His palm was warm. Steady. Mine was not. I followed him down the short hall like I had not already been in that room a hundred times. Like I had not slept in that bed with him sitting in the chair after a nightmare. Like this was the first time he had ever taken me anywhere on purpose.I did not know why I was nervous.This was not the first time he would touch me. I knew his mouth. I knew his hands. I knew the sound he made when he was between my legs. There was no reason to feel like a blushing virgin walking toward something she did not understand.And still my stomach fluttered.Still my mouth felt dry.He let go of my hand once we were inside. I sat on the edge of the bed and started wringing my fingers in my lap. The sweater suddenly felt too thin. I was not wearing anything under the soft pants. I had known that when I dressed. I had known it at the table. Now it felt like a decision I could not take back.Zade stood in fro

NANCY'S POVHe looked at my face, then down at where I was still spread and glistening on the bed, then back up. He was breathing harder than he wanted me to see. The muscle in his jaw jumped.“Nancy.” Quiet. Careful. “If you want something else, you have to say it. I told you I wouldn’t make you say it twice. I also told you I wouldn’t take more than you give.”I pressed my thighs together. It did not help. I could still feel the shape of his fingers. I could still see the hard line of him. My body was screaming the answer. My mouth would not do its job.“I know,” I whispered.“Then tell me what you need.”I opened my mouth.Nothing came out.He waited. He gave me the silence. He did not fill it for me. That almost made it worse.When I still said nothing, he nodded once, like he had expected that, and it still cost him. I saw the cost in his eyes.“All right,” he said. “Then I stop here. You came. You’re shaking. That’s enough for now.”It was not enough.I just did not know how to

NANCY'S POV“The flirting.” I kept my voice light, but I did not look away. “I thought one of them was going to write her number on the receipt.”“I didn’t notice.”“You noticed.” I smiled. “You just didn’t like it.”His eyes darkened a fraction. “Did you?”“Did I what?”“Like watching them try.”The question was too direct. Heat crawled up my throat. “I liked watching you not flirt back.”He looked at me for a long second. The teasing slipped off his face.“I don’t want anyone else,” he said.The words were simple. The way he said them was not. No joke. No softness to make it easier. Just fact, laid down on the table between us like he expected me to pick it up or leave it there.My stomach fluttered.“Zade—”“I mean it.” His eyes stayed on mine. Under the table, his knee brushed mine and stayed there. “I can stand at a counter and be polite. That is all it is. I am not looking. I am not interested. I have what I want sitting at this table. Even if she spent the morning coming on my