Because I’m not sharing.
Not even her smile.
That’s mine now.
I've never felt this way about a woman before.Instead of running from it, I’m heading straight into the fire.
All in.
Because this curvy little teacher from Verona?
She doesn’t just make me hard.
She makes me yearn.
She makes me think about forever in a way I never thought possible.
She doesn’t know that, though.
Hell, for all I know, she’s chalked this morning up to a blip.
A one-time oopsie between bodyguard and client.
Or worse, she thinks I’m just sticking around to scratch an itch.
And she’s not wrong.
I plan to scratch more than itch.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck her.
Because I do.So bad I can taste it.
But it’s not about me.
I want to make her come again.And again.
I want to feel her pussy flutter around me while she screams my name.
I want to take my time, learn every moan, every sigh, every place she melts under my hands.
But not now.
And not with my presentrock hardsituation threatening to announce itself in front of my coworkers.
So I push those thoughts away and shift back into protection mode.
We walk straight to Kane’s office, and I ignore the curious stares from the rest of the team.
Why the hell everyone’s hanging around the bullpen right now, I don’t know.
But I clock every pair of curious eyes that lands on her.
I’ll pay them back for that later.Assholes.
As for my Angel?Well, Sabrina doesn’t notice them at all, which placates me some.
She’s wide-eyed, taking it all in, and I swear she steps closer to me without even realizing it.
