Page 124 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“...if you agree to let them cook, you can go with me to pick up Mr. Chaos.”

“Ritchie, I can...”

He raised a long thick finger, cutting off my words. “Take the deal, Tori.”

Tori, this would be a win for you. You’ll know exactly where the bitch lives and soon where she works.

“Fine,” I growled through clenched teeth.

A cocky grin hit his sexy lips.

“What are you smiling about?”

“My beautiful wife is here in Jersey, where she belongs.” His lips took mine in a smoldering kiss.

Last night I was pissed he didn’t let me come. Ritchie pulled me into his arms and kept me snug against his hulking frame. After a few minutes, I gave into the love I had for this man and caressed his chest.

This kiss made me want to stay.

Ritchies tongue released mine, and he stepped back.

After my war was over, I’d make every appointment with my therapist. I had to get my mind right. Not just for me, but for Ritchie. My crazy drama filled Chicago life was too much for Ritchie. Especially since he’d be in Jersey far away from me.

My fingers moved over his abs. “I love being with you, Ritchie.”

This wasn’t the time to bring up my war back in the Chi.

It wasn’t lost on me how furious my husband was with me last night. Ritchie loved me so much it scared me. I never had a man truly love me. A man who desired to protect me from all the bad in the world.

“Tori, I can’t lose you.” There it was again. Vulnerability filled his gray eyes.

Standing on my tippy toes, my fingers gripped his neck. Pain radiated my ribs. I ignored the pain. If I showed any signs of discomfort, he would insist I return to bed. “I can’t lose you either. Please hold me just for one more minute.”

“In my heart, I’ll hold on to you for eternity.”

“Ritchie, I will too.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

TORI

THE CAT DRAMA

My long-sleeved maxi dress, the color of cognac, cascaded down my body and stopped just above my feet. The back was open, revealing my best feature: my curvy ass. I wore nude stilettos to complete my look.

Ritchie’s hand strangled the steering wheel as he barreled down the road. The bulge in his slacks was impossible to miss.

I placed my hand on his lap. “Is something wrong, Ritchie?”

He let out a frustrated groan. “Yes, Tori. I have to go to work. And all I can think about is bending you over the hood of this SUV and fucking you.”

My fingers twisted in my blonde locks as I teased him. “Well, at least I know this cute dress is doing its job. Keeping my husband hot and bothered for me.” I winked playfully.

I had no intention of letting him have his way before work; he would just have to suffer with that massive hard-on all day. This was payback for last night when he denied me my release.

With one hand still resting on his lap, I smiled confidently as I gazed out the window.

A few minutes later, we rode the elevator to the fifth floor.

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