All Chapters of BEAUTY AND THE BODYGUARD: DANGEROUS DESIRE BOOK 2: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

NANCY'S POVHe did exactly that. He kissed down my neck again, slower this time, taking his time over the marks he’d left before. His mouth found my breast and he sucked gently, tongue circling my nipple until I arched up with a soft moan."Zade…" I breathed, fingers sliding into his hair."Shh, baby. Let me take care of you." His voice was quiet but firm, full of that steady control that always made me feel safe even when he was undoing me. "I want to hear every little sound you make."He moved lower, kissing down my stomach, hands spreading my thighs apart with gentle pressure. When his mouth finally found me, it was slow and worshipful. His tongue licked long, lazy strokes through my folds, tasting me like he had all the time in the world. I gasped and my hips lifted toward him on their own."God, you taste so good in the morning," he murmured against me, the words vibrating through my skin. "So sweet and wet already. You like waking up to my mouth on your pussy, don’t you?""Yes,"

NANCY'S POVI faced forward again, smiling into the wind, my shoulder still tingling from where he’d touched me.The neighboring island appeared on the horizon after about twenty minutes. At first it was just a dark shape against the bright sky. Then it grew clearer as we drew closer—hills covered in scrubby green vegetation, white buildings climbing the hillside in clusters, a small harbor with boats already moving in and out. Life. Other people. Noise and color and the ordinary chaos of a functioning town.I’d been starving for it without fully realizing how much.“It’s beautiful,” I said as the harbor drew closer. The white buildings were bright and clean in the morning sun, and I could already hear the faint sounds of voices and activity drifting across the water.“Small,” Zade said, voice easy. “But yes. Beautiful.”“What’s it called?”He told me the name and I repeated it, liking the way it sounded on my tongue. Soft and rolling.“Have you been before?” I asked, turning to look

NANCY'S POVI reached back and tried to pull it up, twisting my arm at an awkward angle. It caught on the fabric and stuck fast. I tried again, wiggling it gently, then a little harder. It didn't move.I sighed. "Zade?""Yeah?" His voice came from just outside the curtain, low and close."The zipper's stuck. Can you—would you mind?"A short pause. "Sure."The curtain shifted and he stepped inside.The dressing room was small to begin with. With Zade in it, it felt tiny. He took up space in a way that went beyond just his body. The warmth coming off him. The contained energy. The scent of him—sea salt and sunshine from the boat ride, and underneath it something warmer and uniquely him that always made my stomach flip.The small space suddenly felt charged, like the air had gotten thicker.I turned my back to him, presenting the stuck zipper."Just there," I said, reaching back to point. "It caught on the fabric."His hands came to the zipper. I felt him work it carefully, fingers preci

NANCY'S POVThe bell above the door chimed softly as we entered. The shop was small but nicely lit, with soft warm lighting and dark walls that made everything feel private. It smelled faintly of vanilla and something clean, like new fabric. Shelves lined the walls with lingerie in every color—lace bras, silky robes, tiny panties that looked like they would barely cover anything. There was a whole section for toys: vibrators in different shapes and sizes, some sleek and modern, others more discreet. Handcuffs hung on a display, some soft and padded, others metal and serious-looking. There were butt plugs in neat rows, bottles of lube, blindfolds, and other things I didn’t even have names for yet. It was a sex shop, plain and simple, but it didn’t feel seedy. It felt… exciting. Like a secret place just for adults who wanted to play.My eyes went wide. I felt like a kid who had just walked into the biggest candy store in the world. Everything looked interesting. Everything looked like i

NANCY'S POVI bit my lip, smiling despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach. I moved closer on the bed until I was kneeling right beside his chest. The mattress dipped under my weight and the soft sheets brushed against my bare thighs.“Give me your hands,” I said quietly.He lifted both wrists without hesitation and held them out to me, palms up. His skin was warm. I took one cuff and wrapped it carefully around his left wrist. The fur lining felt soft against him as I clicked it shut. I did the same with the other wrist, checking twice to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then I guided his arms up and over his head, hooking the chain between the cuffs onto one of the wooden slats in the headboard. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but it held him there. He couldn’t pull free easily.Zade tested the cuffs once, pulling lightly against the headboard. They held. He looked up at me with that same dark, heated gaze, but there was something new in it too. A softness. Like he was giving me