Page 60 of Take Hold of Me

Her hand flies in front of her mouth. “Ugh. He is so creepy. No way!”

Creepy? I’ll return to this comment later. Right now, I have a naked Angel in front of me, unfortunately, to dress. I nod. “Damn straight these are for me. Let me remind you, in case you forget during your meeting.” My eyes scan her body to the floor, noting her bare feet. Her toenails are painted purple. I drop down to my knee. “Put your hands on my shoulders and lift your foot.”

She complies, and I put her foot through the leg opening. “Other foot.” When she switches legs, I repeat the process.

My hands skim her calves, raising the panties higher and higher. I stop my progress a couple of inches above her knees and reach around to place little kisses behind them. Even her knees are sexy.

Returning to her front, I bring the material upward again. Now on both knees in front of her, I stop the climb three-quarters of the way up her thighs. My lips contact the silky skin on each inner thigh, her fingers pressing into my shoulders. Keeping my head in front of her pussy, I look up. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed. Warmth spreads through my body.I put this look on her face.

Inhaling, her musky lavender scent accosts my senses. She needs to get dressed for a meeting, not get you all hot and bothered, buddy. Maybe she’ll be more relaxed if I—

“Wills!”

Retracting my tongue from her pussy, I raise my eyes to hers. “I’m sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” After another lick, I put her panties in place and stand. “Turn around, Angel.”

On unsteady feet, she turns and I hold her bra out in front of her. As soon as she slips her arms into the straps, I pull it up her chest. Tweaking a nipple between my thumb and index finger, I put the hooks into their right places and step back. Her underwear is in place. And my cock salutes.

She takes a few breaths and then turns to face me again, her eyes straying down to check out the bulge in my jeans. “I have never had my underwear put on in quite such an imaginative way.”

Her words stroke my ego. She needs to be worshipped, not treated like a glossy pinup. “I wanted to be sure you were properly dressed underneath your clothes.”

Her hips make a circle. “I want them off again.”

I tamp down my own feelings of desire. “Soon enough.” I pinch her ass. “Why don’t you put on your dress now?”

“You are not going to help me?”

I can’t trust myself to not to throw it on the floor and then lay her out over the marble. Clearing my throat, I reply, “I’ll zip you up.”

Her eyebrows form a “V.”

I cross my arms across my chest. “Not even a professional pout will get me to help you.”

Her face transforms on a smile. “It was a good try, no?”

I chuckle. “Yes, very good.” I swat her ass. “Now go.” After zipping the back of her dress, I leave her to finish primping. That woman keeps finding new inroads into my cold heart.

Emilie pullsinto the parking garage. “Great job, Ems.”

Her smile reaches into my soul and coats it in light. “I did not mess up one time. No wipers.”

“Yes. I think we should take the freeway back to your house.”

Her eyes grow wide. She nods. “If you think I am ready, I will do it.” She rubs her palms together.

We walk together toward the small room that houses the elevator from the garage level. I didn’t ask if she wanted me to escort her. I’m her bodyguard, it’s my job. Yeah, as if she’s just my client. Who am I kidding? My need to protect my Angel stems from deep inside—at such a depth, it scares me. To cover up my turmoil, I press the call button. “Now, are you ready to talk with Price? Do you know what he is going to say?”

Her smile dims. “Well, I lost another contract to Geonna, so I presume he will be sending me out on more red carpets to raise my profile.” She pauses. “Your parents’ anniversary party is Saturday, right? I will need to tell him to block out that date. And this time, no matter the circumstances, I will not be missing this important personal obligation.”

“You can skip it. I certainly could.” I allow her to precede me into the elevator. She’s going to an important business meeting. Keep your distance, buddy.

“No. We are going. He needs to listen to my request.”

I place my palm on her cheek and bring our foreheads together. So much for staying away. “I know missing Rose’s shower was really hard for you. You need to tell Price. Stand up for yourself with him.”

In a small voice, she says, “I will try.”

How can this super-sexy, confident woman be so timid with her career? She certainly was not timid in pursuing me. “Hey. In your personal life, you set your sights on something and go for it. Take me, for example. I didn’t respond to your earlier texts, but did that stop you from calling me?”

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