Tasked with protecting Mia Casteel, he’s drawn to her fiery spirit despite his duty. Her father’s secrets and his growing obsession create a conflict between duty and desire. As Mia pushes his boundaries, he struggles to keep his promise to keep her safe—even from himself. What will he choose?
Not like a stop sign or anything. It’s cut straight across my chest, exposing my shoulders, but with long sleeves and a full-length skirt. I can’t imagine he would raise any objections. Zeke is in kind of an awkward position. I almost feel bad for him. He can’t come into the dressing room area for…
“Come to the bathroom with me,” I whisper before grabbing my purse and standing. I need her on my side right now. We head back, with me passing Zeke on the way. All he does is exchange a look with me before going back to his food. But he’s not fooling anybody. I know he’ll…
I’m afraid that I won’t be able to stop once I start. I might even end up driving us off the road, and then where would we be? Anything I have to say can wait until we’re alone. Which means my rage only has time to grow bigger. Hotter. More intense. Who the fuck does…
I mount behind her and repeat the instructions on how to use the throttle and brake. “The Harley comes with anti-lock brakes,” I assure her. “Still, take it easy. Don’t twist too hard. You’ll figure out the pressure. And don’t panic and hit the brake too hard.” “Okay, okay.” I can tell she’s overwhelmed, but…
ZEKE There’s one thing I can say for her: she’s an eager student. Not that I didn’t know that, but what we’re doing now is a little different from what we do without our clothes on. Sure, she was a quick study when it came to learning how to fuck, but this is different. This…
In big, block letters, somebody has printed four simple words. YOU CAN’T PROTECT HER Chapter 22: Mia 22 MIA When I wake up alone for the fourth night in a row, I can’t pretend I don’t know it anymore. I guess some people in the world can sleep solidly. They get into bed, they close…
“Happy?” “Thrilled. Thanks so much.” He rolls his eyes, which only irritates me more. “You’re not very good at hiding when something is bothering you. I hate to tell you that, but it’s true.” “Is this a performance review all of a sudden?” I have to fight like hell to keep from lashing out at…
He looks me up and down. “Who are you? Where is the little virgin I used to know? Asking me to show her what to do, how to please me?” “I guess you were a good teacher.” I back away, still grinning, and pull the nightshirt over my head before dropping it to the floor.…
It was like he actually meant it. He’s never been that way before this morning. Did something change? Why do I get the feeling he knows something I don’t? Chapter 21: Zeke 21 ZEKE “C an you peel these potatoes, please?” Mia turns away from what she’s doing to the turkey long enough to jerk…
How did you know how to do that?” I ask, gesturing toward the bird she’s now tying up with twine. “I watched videos, and I used to watch cooking shows on TV. We couldn’t really afford a turkey for Thanksgiving. Sometimes we’d get a chicken or a free ham if the supermarket was giving them…