Passing His Guard

She’d fallen asleep before him—for real this time—keeping her slender back to him. So it surprised Aiden to wake now and find Rya

Yep, there it was. She was awake now. Rya

His hands fisted into the sheets, muscles straining with the force it took to keep from pulling her on top of him and crushing his mouth to hers as he rolled her beneath him and buried himself balls deep inside her tight little glove. No contest, he’d never wanted a woman more than his hot little abductor. Imagery of all the wicked ways he wanted to make her his played through his mind. His body shot so hard, his cock jerked violently, breath stalling in his lungs, unwilling to give up her scent surrounding him.

All too soon she retrieved her vibrating cell and crawled to the side of the bed, taking her scent and tantalizing heat along with her. He watched her scoot off the bed and head to the farthest corner of the room before taking the call.

“Hello?” She whispered the greeting.

Silence.

“Really? Do we have to do this right now? I’m well aware of what day it is.”

Yep, that was Madeline Kruze all right—overbearing and micromanaging. Welcome to my world, baby girl. Working for that woman must be just about as pleasant as being her son.

“Listen, I told you before these calls have to stop. I’m doing my job and you’re making it extremely difficult.”

Just when he thought Rya

He’d been called a lot of things in his life, but a “job” was not one of them, and coming from the woman he had no business giving a shit about, it pained him a hell of a lot more than he cared to admit. Just a job, huh? It didn’t feel like just a job when she was coming against his tongue last night. And it sure as hell didn’t feel like a job when her little hand was fisting his cock, all but begging him to fuck her.

His jaw clenched, making a little muscle twitch in his cheek as he watched Rya

Her sexy-as-hell, sleep-disheveled state was no doubt lost on her as she focused on the conversation with his mother. She sounded upset. No doubt she was getting an ass chewing for taking so long in returning with him. Well, wouldn’t Madeline be surprised when he didn’t show. Picturing the shocked look on the woman’s face brought a sadistic smile of satisfaction to his surly mug.

The tense set of Rya

Conflicting emotions gripped him in various places of his anatomy. Pity tightened the invisible band around his chest. He knew what it was like to deal with Madeline Kruze, and that shit was no picnic. Despite how thoroughly Rya

Shoulda, woulda, coulda . . . But like everything else about this woman, once again she’d surprised him. Her inexperience put her in a whole other league than the women he was used to bedding. He knew if he took her, he’d likely overwhelm her with his intensity, but he also sensed if he could get her to trust him, to let go, she’d detonate in his arms—and the selfish, carnal bastard inside him wanted to be the one to show her what her body could do.

“Hey, threatening me isn’t going to get me there any faster.”

Wait a minute . . . Threatening her? And damn if that possessive streak didn’t rip through his veins, taking center stage and pushing all that other bullshit into the background. Why would Madeline be threatening her? His mother didn’t threaten people, it wasn’t her style. Not that she didn’t manipulate them, but when that didn’t work, she’d throw enough money at them until eventually she’d get her way. Everyone had their price, even him he supposed. Unfortunately, it’d taken Aiden nearly thirty years to realize he couldn’t put a price tag on freedom.

Wow, this was a new low, even for Madeline—she must be caving to the pressure. Tick-tock . . . tick-tock . . . Aiden sat up. The squeak of the bedsprings drew Rya

“Give me the phone, Rya

Was that fear flashing in her eyes? She slapped her hand over the receiver and violently shook her head, silently mouthing No.

Oh, hell no, she did not just shake her head at him. Aiden tossed back the covers and was out of that bed before Rya