Page 28 of The Bodyguard

Perhaps having someone to protect me is a good start. I’m tired of doing this on my own. Some days I want to collapse on someone’s chest and just cry. To not be strong all the time. To not be beautiful and perfect.

And for a moment, when Ryder was talking to me about my dad, I felt myself wanting him to be that person.

Talk about desperate.

He’s my bodyguard. It’s his job to protect me. I pay him. He was just being nice.

I can lust over him, but thinking he’s my friend is just pathetic.

I roll onto my side and slide my hand between my legs. A buzzing sound alerts me to my phone ringing.

I roll over and reach for it.

Ryder.

My chest tightens, wondering if something is wrong, so I swipe and answer. “Hello.”

“Hi,” his deep voice says, and I clench my thighs together.

God, even his voice is sexy over the phone. I swear I could orgasm if he spoke dirty to me right now. I slide my hand back between my legs and inch my way up to my silk sleep shorts.

I shouldn’t.

But I do.

“Savannah,” Ryder says as I nudge them aside.

“Yes.”

“Just letting you know I’ve got our team doing forensics on the note.”

I close my eyes and press my fingers inside my pussy.

“Okay,” I say and even I can hear my voice is different. But god, it feels good.

Naughty.

“You all right?” his timber voice asks.

Jesus.

“Yes.” I need to stop this. “I’m in bed.” Oh god, I shouldn’t have said this.

He goes quiet.

I circle around my clit, imagining that Ryder’s in bed with me. His hand slides inside my shorts and helps himself.

Without apology.

A man like him would take without question.

“You should’ve let it go to voicemail,” he rasps.

“Yes.” I clear my throat and slide two fingers inside.

A little noise escapes by accident.

Shit.

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