BEAUTY AND THE BODYGUARD: DANGEROUS DESIRE BOOK 2
NANCY'S POV
I was very aware that Zade was likely watching this. Watching me read something that was clearly affecting me.
Part of me should probably be embarrassed.
The other part—the part that had woken up this morning—found it thrilling.
I kept turning the pages, slower now, letting the words sink in like warm honey dripping down my spine. The bodyguard had the heroine pinned against the heavy oak desk in his office, one big hand fisted in her hair, the other yanking her skirt up around her waist. No time for panties—he just hooked them aside with two thick fingers and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. The book described it so raw: the wet slap of skin, her choked gasp, the way her na