Page 92 of The Bodyguard

A fresh spring scent has me leaning into her neck as my cock thickens.

“Are you ready to leave?” I ask before I start tearing her clothes off.

We straighten and my hands go to her hips.

“I thought you were joining me in bed?” She runs her hands up my bare forearms and I watch how she studies them. Then her eyes lift to mine.

“I’ve made plans.”

God, I’m like a caveman. Grabbing her. Grunting. No more than five-word sentences.

Savannah blinks.

“We will be in private,” I say to reassure her.

Again, five fucking words.

“Where are we going?”

I reach for her ass and tug her against me. Then with my mouth on hers, I growl softly. “It’s a surprise. Get your damn bag or I’ll carry you out to my car.”

She breaks out into a huge smile.

Then runs upstairs.

Fuck, I nearly chase her.

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I OPEN THE passenger door of my black F-TYPE Jaguar and Savannah climbs in.

“Nice car,” she says and shoots me a sexy grin as I close the door.

It will be a miracle if I don’t pull over and make her suck my cock before we get to our destination.

Miracle? Or shame if I don’t?

Damn her for being a famous actress.

I climb in and start the engine. It roars and I slide it into drive, then circle the driveway and wave to the BHS guys at the gate as we exit.

“So can you give me a hint?” Savannah asks.

“No.” Then I ask, “How was your day?”

I love that I’m in control. Usually, her schedule dominates her life. My life. Today I’m surprising her and she has to surrender completely to me. In more ways than one when I get her naked.

“It was fine. No one ever surprises me. I guess it's lucky you’re my bodyguard, so I know I’m safe with you.”

I frown as I face the road.

I’m not her fucking bodyguard today. Today was supposed to be about us. What was I fucking thinking? God, I’m a damn idiot. She just sees me as her employee.

I grit my teeth, but the words fall out anyway. “Yeah, you know, this was a mistake. I should take you home.” I steer the car over and look for a turn.

“What?” she cries. “Ryder. No.”

“I’m a fucking idiot,” I mutter, completely losing control of my emotions.

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