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Or was she?

She rolled onto her side, the side facing Beau, and stared down at him.

Beau stared up at the ceiling, his hands laced behind his neck. “What?” he asked, his gaze shifting to hers.

Put on the spot, she lost her nerve and searched for another reason to be on her side facing him. “Just needed to turn off the light.” She reached for the black knob up under the lampshade. It was further away than she could manage lying down. Leaning up on her elbow, she strained to reach the little knob.

Just...about...there...

Her elbow slipped over the edge of the mattress. With all her weight poised over that elbow, she went over the edge with it and crashed down on top of Beau.

He grunted as she landed on his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. His arms came around her.

“Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...” Planting her hands on his chest, she pushed up. Her knees dropped to the floor on either side of him, and she sat up, straddling his hips, becoming immediately aware of the hard ridge beneath his shorts.

His hands closed around her arms, steadying her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, her face burning. “I should be asking you that question. I landed on you while trying to reach the light switch...” Aurelie looked up at the damned switch. Meanwhile, the hard ridge beneath her had all her attention. “Are you all right?” Because you feel mighty fine to me.

Holy hell, she’d almost spoken that last thought out loud.

“Actually,” he said. “I’m not fine.”

She frowned, her glance shooting to his eyes. “No?”

“No,” he said, his lips forming a thin line. He shifted beneath her, his cock pressing against her sex. “I should sleep out in the hall.” With his hands still on her arms, he tried to lift her off him.

She resisted. “Why? Because of this?” She wiggled her bottom, letting him know she knew he was aroused.

His jaw tightened to the point it twitched. He breathed in and out several times before saying, “Yes.”

She raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Then why don’t you do something about it?”

“I promised not to touch you,” he said.

“Didn’t you say Unless you want me to?” She lifted her chin. Then she lowered her voice to whisper, “What if I want you to?”

CHAPTER 6

Beau stared up into Aurelie’s eyes.

He’d tried to shift her off his engorged cock. Tried to control his baser instincts, but the woman had made him crazy with lust when she’d been lying on the bed above him.

Perched on top of him, her sex pressing against his boner, he couldn’t think with the head on his shoulders when all the blood shot south to the head of his dick.

He drew in a deep, steadying breath and let it out before saying, “Let me get this straight...” His cock strained against the clothing between him and her sex. “Are you saying you want me to...touch you?” He held his breath, his body wanting her to say Hell yeah, while what was left of his functioning brain cells warned him that making love to her was a bad idea.

She didn’t know he was her bodyguard. He worked for her father. It wasn’t in the Brotherhood Protector’s handbook, not that there was one, but he was pretty certain fucking the client was against the rules.

Aurelie shrugged. “It crossed my mind.”

Whoa. Beau’s mind exploded with flashing red lights and a screeching warning system. Put on the brakes. Abort mission.

She hadn’t said yes.

He sat up, lifting her off him at the same time and setting her to the side.

“Wait,” she said. “What did I say?”