Miami Bodyguard (Kendall Family Book 5)(16)

Tension slowly leaves my body as her warmth seeps into me. I pull her into my apartment and kiss the top of her head.

As far as I'm concerned, the weekend never happened.



A month into my job, I find myself questioning what the hell I'm doing with every hour that passes. I know damn well a line was crossed when I first slept with Angie, and I know it's wrong as shit to continue. But I don't have the willpower to let her go.

What we started has gone far beyond a little fun and great sex. The way she makes me feel has become too fucking intense to hide anymore. Yet I'm forced to act like her employee when outside our apartments. After the brief scandal, she's more insistent than ever that we aren't seen together in public unless I'm trailing behind her like a goddamned dog.

Couldn't count how many times I've wanted to tell Charlie and Evelyn whenever they check in that I quit because I want to protect Angie in an entirely different way. I've stopped myself every time with the reminder that Angie's treating our relationship like a dirty secret. She's made it clear she's not ready to give up the illusion she's with her costar.

As many times as she swears she stopped sleeping with that douche, I'm not completely convinced they're as platonic as she claims. The way they continue to get it on in front of the camera makes me believe it's far from over, and Theo hasn't caught on.

Since their weekend rendezvous, I've tried everything I can to prevent her from drinking after helping her get over that brutal hangover. The most she'll ever have is 2 or 3, but even that's too much, all things considered. Although she claims she's done with the anxiety pills, every now and then she seems out of it enough that I suspect she's still sneaking them when I'm not looking. I hate myself for not trusting her every bit as much as I worry she's still struggling.

One lazy Saturday morning after a long night of phenomenal sex, the need to change things between us grabs me by the balls when she exits my bathroom without a stitch of clothing. Doesn't matter how many times I've seen her naked-I'll never fully absorb the perfection of her body. I don't know how much longer I can watch Theo touching her without completely flipping my shit. I've come to think of her body as mine, regardless of whatever the hell games she's playing.

Even if they're still sleeping together, there's no way her body sings for him the way it does when she's with me. There's no fucking way that selfish prick would worship her body the way I do, making her come multiple times every damn day. The only time I see a needful look on her face even remotely close to the one she gives me is when they're acting out a scene. And that shit almost does me in.                       
       
           



       

She can pretend all she wants for whatever fucked-up reasons she thinks to be justified. We both know who she belongs to.

"How much longer?" I blurt.

She hooks a leg over my waist, brushing her bare pussy over my rousing dick as she climbs on. Swear to god she intentionally shoves her cool tits against my warm skin, knowing how much I love the hell outta them. The smile she gives me while swiping a fingertip across my lips does weird things behind my ribcage.

Her eyebrows lift. "If you're asking how much longer until we go another round, I'm always ready for your gorgeous ass."

She bends into my mouth for a kiss, her soft hair tickling my chest. Reluctant as hell, I groan and hook my arm around her tiny waist, holding her back. "How long before you go through this public breakup with Theo?"

"Can we talk about this some other time?" With a wicked grin, she wiggles free to slide her hard tits across my pecs. "I'm far more interested in a morning ride."

"I don't want this thing with us to end."

With a purr, she slides her tongue across my chest before stopping to graze my nipple with her teeth. Then she smiles up at me through thick lashes. "Who said anything about it ending?"

"I'm serious, babe. I take full responsibility for what we're doing, but I want more from you than whatever this is." I cup her face with my hands, forcing her to stop torturing me with her hot mouth. "Tell me you don't want something more, and I'll walk away. Not sure how I'll do it when I can't get enough of you, but I'll somehow get by because I only want what's best for you. If you don't think I could be someone you see yourself with in five years, we should end this before I'm too far gone to back out."

For a moment, her smile wavers. Then she sits tall, pulling one of my fingers between her lips and swirling her tongue around the tip. "Babe, you can't ask me to make that decision now."

I hiss and close my eyes with the memory of all the times she's done the same exact thing to my dick. When she does that kind of thing, there's no controlling myself. It's the reason I've gone so far down this bullshit path without turning back. Connecting with her body is my favorite addiction.

"What's wrong with now?" I grit through clenched teeth.

"We're months away from wrapping up filming on season two. It's not a good time."

When her fingers wrap around my shaft, I open my eyes. "Then when will be a good time?"

While rising to her knees, she sets the palms of my hands over her tits, grinning wickedly. "Later. I promise."

Then she impales herself on me. My mind draws blank with the heavenly sensation of her tight pussy letting me in the way I wish her heart would.



Several days later, Angie's phone rings in the middle of the night. Having shared my bed with her almost every night for weeks, it jerks me awake. I wipe my face and shoot upright, on full alert. Too often, I forget I'm being paid to protect her. This isn't one of those times. Angie has been under the weather the past couple of days. I'm constantly worried there'll come a time I'll have to take her into the ER.

"Oh my god, I can't wait to meet her!" she's saying as her eyes slip over to mine in the darkness. Taking my hand and squeezing it, she breaks out with a dazzling smile. "Congrats, Charlie! How's Ev doing?"

Evelyn must've had their baby. I grunt along with her excitement, tugging her into my arms. Her soft body contorts to fit perfectly against my hard torso as I swim in her sweet scent. I'd give anything to be Charlie, only to have his kind of lifestyle with his wife's sister instead. As little progress as I've made in trying to make her my girl, that won't be happening any time soon.

"We'll come up for the weekend," she tells her brother-in-law while dusting her fingers back and forth across my forearm. She's quiet for a minute, pushing her lips against my shoulder as his voice rumbles from the other end. "I meant me and Asher. And don't worry, you have enough going on. We can take care of our own arrangements for a hotel. Really, it's no problem."

Thank fuck she clarified I'm the one coming along instead of Theo. I still never know when she's acting for the sake of the public, and when she's going to drag him into the picture. A few nights ago, I was forced to sit outside while they attended a friend's dinner party.

She talks a bit longer with her brother-in-law before she whips her phone aside and turns to straddle me. As many times as I find her irresistibly sexy, in this moment she's cute as hell with an almost childish grin. "I'm an auntie again."                       
       
           



       

"Congratulations." I hook my arm around her back and drag her close to kiss the tip of her perky nose. "Sure you're feeling up to a trip?"

"I'm fine … it's probably the stress of filming that's messing with my stomach."

"When do we leave?"

"Charlie's arranging for a private jet. We can go whenever we want."

I grunt with a humorless laugh. "I can't believe you said that without batting an eye. Can't say I'd ever get used to private jets."

"Well you better try." One of her hands settles in my hair while she bends down to nip the skin on my neck. "It's the only way my sexy beast of a man should travel."

Her man?

I pretend not to be affected by the label when her mouth covers mine, and she starts grinding on my cock. In reality, I'm wondering how much more of this back-and-forth I can withstand.



Heart racing out of my damn chest, my fingers dig into the small airplane's seat until the pilot's disembodied voice announces we've reached our final altitude. I've never been on anything smaller than a 737. For some odd reason, I prefer something with more bulk.

The young stewardess we met earlier reappears. "Can I get you a snack or beverage, Miss Kendall?" She's attractive and everything, but I'm not overly excited how she keeps eyeing me like I'm her next meal. "Mr. Waldorf?"

Angie glances my way and I shake my head. "No thank you."

"We're both good," Angie tells her. "I'll buzz you if we need you back here."

The woman's cheeks redden as her eyes flash between us. Through a forced smile, she disappears behind the door in the front of the plane.

Angie giggles, sliding her fingers over my thigh. "You seem a little tense, babe. First ride in a jet?"

My dick twitches with her touch. "Can't say I've ever ridden in a tin can before," I quip, taking her wandering hand into mine. I don't know the protocol on a plane like this, and don't want to face the stewardess with a stiffy if she comes back. "Any of your other siblings gonna be in Brooklyn?"