Page 137 of The Bodyguard

Wow, that wasn’t the response I was after.

I sit back, shocked.

“I don’t care what you do or have done or what anyone thinks,” Savannah says, her eyes filling with tears. “All I want is you.” She starts waving her hand in front of her face. “Damn you Ryder St. James. I’m going to wreck my makeup.”

“Fuck your makeup.” I growl and tug her onto my lap.

Then I slam my mouth down on hers. Her lips part and my tongue slides in, claiming what I’ve craved and missed for too many weeks.

Savannah wraps her arms around my neck tightly and our kiss deepens.

“God, I want you. I want to sink my cock inside you and remind you who you belong to.”

“I know,” she moans against my mouth. “And in about fifteen minutes, so will the world.”

I grin.

Mission accomplished.

Savannah Sinclair is mine.

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SHE WON. SAVANNAH won the Golden Globe for the best actress. Now, after six hours of media interviews and celebrating at all the after-parties, I finally have her all to myself.

As expected, there were a lot of questions about who I was when we stepped out onto the red carpet. Savannah ignored them and simply stared up into my eyes as she placed her hand on my pec possessively.

Mine remained in the small of her back.

Finally, I can touch her in public and finally, I can call this woman mine.

When her name was called out, announcing her as the winner, Savannah leaped up and then kissed me in front of millions of people.

Fuck, I was proud.

“We look gorgeous together.” Savannah sighs, swiping her Instagram as the limousine takes us home.

“We look hotter when you’re riding my cock,” I say, sliding my hand up her skirt.

She giggles but spreads her legs.

Just like everyone else admiring it, I agree that her dress is hot. But right now, I would appreciate it much more on the floor. Or anywhere else as I try to find my way under it. Savannah giggles as I struggle, but I eventually slide my fingers inside her and join her in a moan as she clenches around them.

I need to make love to this woman right goddamn now.

Finally, we pull up to the house.

“Thank god,” I say and kiss the cheeky smile off her face. “Inside. Upstairs. Naked. Right now.”

“Yes sir.” She salutes me.

I let out a growl.

“I’ll teach you to play a sexy little soldier another time if you want to role play.” Then I slap her bottom as she skips inside the house.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

SAVANNAH

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