All Chapters of BEAUTY AND THE BODYGUARD: DANGEROUS DESIRE BOOK 2: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NANCY'S POVThe terrace was empty. He'd disappeared.Disappointment crashed through me, sharp and unexpected.I'd pushed too far. Made him uncomfortable. Probably pissed him off with my obvious attempt to get a reaction from him.Or maybe—and this thought made my stomach flip—maybe I'd gotten exactly the reaction I wanted.Maybe he'd had to leave because he couldn't trust himself to keep watching without doing something about it.I lay back on the lounge chair, my skin tingling from more than just the sunscreen.I'd done it. I'd deliberately provoked him, tried to break his control.And based on the way he'd gripped that railing, the way his whole body had been tense, the way he'd finally had to walk away—I was pretty sure it had worked.The question was: what was he going to do about it?After lounging by the pool for a while—long enough for my skin to dry completely, long enough for the water droplets to evaporate from my hair—I decided to go back into the house.The sun was gettin

NANCY'S POVThen he was gone, walking away with that controlled, purposeful stride that somehow made me want him even more.I stood in the kitchen alone, my heart still racing, my body still humming with unfulfilled desire.But I was smiling.Because despite his words, despite his cold dismissal, despite his insistence that this wasn't going to happen—I'd felt his heart racing under my palm.I'd seen the heat in his eyes.I'd heard the strain in his voice when he'd said he wanted me.Zade was affected. Deeply affected.His control was cracking.And I'd barely even started.He said my amateur tricks weren't going to work.But they already were.He was fighting a losing battle and we both knew it.It was only a matter of time before that iron control finally shattered.And when it did?I couldn't wait to see what happened.I picked up a water bottle from the fridge and headed upstairs to my room.I could still feel the ghost of his hand on my wrist. Could still hear his voice in my ear

NANCY'S POVThe next morning, when I showed up on the terrace for our usual six AM training session, Zade was already there waiting for me.But instead of the training mats being laid out, instead of him being in athletic gear ready to spar, he was standing by the railing in jeans and a t-shirt, arms crossed, looking out at the ocean."Good morning," I said, approaching cautiously.He turned to look at me. His face was unreadable, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the careful way he was holding himself."No training today," he said simply."Oh." I tried to keep my disappointment from showing. "Is everything okay? Are you hurt?""I'm fine. Just... we're taking a day off.""We've never taken a day off before.""Well, we're taking one today." His tone left no room for argument.I wondered if it had anything to do with last night. If he'd figured out I'd been in his room. If he'd heard me knock over his boot. If he somehow knew I'd stood outside his bathroom listening to him—

NANCY'S POV"But that wouldn't be enough," he said, leaning even closer. "I was thinking about kissing my way back up your body. Positioning myself between your legs. Feeling the head of my cock against your entrance, so wet and ready for me."I made a sound—something between a gasp and a moan."I was thinking about pushing inside you," his voice was almost a growl now. "Inch by inch. Feeling you stretch around me, so tight it's almost painful. Watching your face as I fill you completely. Seeing your eyes go wide, your lips part, hearing that little gasp you'd make."My nails were digging into the arms of the chair now. My thighs were clenched together, trying to ease the ache between them."I was thinking about fucking you slowly at first," Zade said, his eyes dark and intense. "Deep, deliberate strokes. Making you feel every inch of me. Pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in. Over and over. Watching your tits bounce with each thrust. Listening to the sounds you make—th

ZADE'S POVI stared at her as she lay there in her bed, hair spread across the pillow, eyes heavy with exhaustion and alcohol, looking so vulnerable it made something in my chest ache."Tell me a story," she begged, her words slurred. "Please? So I can fall asleep faster."I should refuse. Should leave right now while I still had some semblance of control. Tonight had already gone too far—the game, the confessions, that fucking kiss that I could still taste on my lips.But looking down at her face, seeing the way she was fighting sleep, the slight tremor in her hands like she was afraid to be alone—I couldn't seem to say no to her.I never could, I was realizing. Every boundary I'd set, every line I'd drawn, Nancy crossed them and I let her. Welcomed it, even.God, I was so fucked."Alright," I heard myself say. "I'll tell you a story."I settled more comfortably on the edge of her bed, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body. My hand moved to her hair almost without