Page 58 of The Forbidden Bodyguard

His fingers grip my ass, one of them teasing my rear hole, and like a bolt of lightning, my orgasm explodes.

“All of you,” he growls. “You were mine first, last, and I’m going to make sure...grrrhhh.”

Make sure?

Make sure what?

“Fuck!” Declan cries, and I feel his seed blast inside me, hot and wild.

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AFTERWARDS, I LIE in Declan’s arms, my back against his chest, and search for the courage I need to tell him what comes next.

“What’s wrong?”

“Apart from the obvious, or...”

I am stalling.

“Funny girl. I felt you stiffen. Tell me what you need to say,” Declan says, shifting me so that I’m on my back and he’s leaning on his forearm, staring down at me.

I cup his gorgeous face. My hand slides down to his pecs and my fingers wander lazily. For all I know, this could be the last time we have sex. The last moments we’re together intimately, despite having a few more days.

I need to tell him.

I got the text in the vehicle on the way home and think it’s only fair he knows now.

“Mr. Marino, Tony, he—”

He shakes his head, his eyes darkening. “Not while you’re in my bed, Stella—”

“Declan, I need to tell you this.” Emotion tightens my throat. “He has instructed me to cancel my security service before our wedding day. He will have his men protect me from that point onward.”

Replacing you.

“Instructing you. Can you hear yourself?” Declan snaps.

“This is what marriage is—”

“Oh, cut the bullshit.” He climbs out of bed, and I sit up.

“Declan.”

“You still plan to marry him?” Completely naked, he props his hands on his hips, and his heavy cock hangs between his legs. “After that.” He points to the bed where we made love. “I’m not alone in what we feel, Stella. Don’t fucking lie.”

“I...” have no choice.

I stop talking because I haven’t let myself sink into the delicious, wonderful, and beautiful emotions that threaten to consume me when it comes to Declan Sloan. It’s enough to have him make me feel like a gorgeous, sexual woman.

Emotions...that would break me.

I can’t.

If I acknowledged just what I’m losing, what I’ll never have because of my father and his abhorrent decisions, then a bigger part of me will die.

I’ve kept it all locked up in a box that one day I will open and hope that Declan is still thinking of me.

The girl who got away.