“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. This is what I do, I take care of problems for people.”
“I thought you ran a security company?”
“Yeah, and most of that is helping people deal with a problem they’ve got. They’re sending employees into war-torn areas and need protection. Someone they love has been kidnapped for ransom and they want them rescued. Someone needs a specialized security system. Someone else is getting death threats and needs a bodyguard. Problem solving is my thing. So, let me help. I’m good at it.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize that a security company did all that.”
“JSI does.”
She yawned and rubbed her hand across her face. “I’m sorry.”
“Come on, baby. You’re about to crash again. You’ve had one hell of a day.”
“One hell of a week,” she corrected as he led her to the fort. She climbed in and settled down on her side.
He moved in behind her, and pulled her close so he was cradling her from behind. Wow, he was like a furnace.
“Kent?”
“Yeah, baby?” he asked.
“Thank you. For everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you today.”
HE WOKE UP WITH HER bottom pressed against his cock. He was so hard it physically hurt, but he was reluctant to move and risk waking her up. He carefully leaned up on one elbow and stared down at her as she slept.
Her mouth was open slightly and she was snoring softly.
That was freaking adorable.
Poor baby, she’d absolutely crashed. He’d lain awake for a bit longer, wondering what he could do to fix all the problems her asshole brother had created for her. One thing he did know was that she wasn’t going to continue paying off his debts. Or having anything more to do with whoever else was after her brother.
He felt ill at the thought of all the things that could have happened to her. She wouldn’t be allowed in such dangerous situations again.
Ease up, man. She hasn’t agreed to anything.
She would, though. What she wouldn’t be doing was leaving. He had to fight hard not to hug her tight to him. She needed her sleep. He’d have to make certain she had a nap this afternoon. Of course, first he’d have to convince her to call into work sick. He gently moved away from her and slid down the bed to climb out. Surprisingly, sleeping in a blanket fort hadn’t been weird like he’d thought it might be.
He yawned as he made his way into the bathroom. He might need to take a nap himself.
ABBY OPENED THE DOOR to the bathroom. She’d woken up with a foggy brain and this feeling that she was forgetting something. Unable to get back to sleep, she figured she’d get up and have a shower. Maybe that would wake her up and help her remember. She stepped into the bathroom, still half-asleep.
A rush of warm, steamy air hit her first.
And then he hit her.
Not physically, of course. He was several feet away, standing in the shower, his body partially visible through the door to the shower.
And oh, what a body it was. Hard, chiseled, tanned.
Abby, don’t just stare at him. Move. Turn around. Apologize. Get out of there!
How could she leave when the man had a backside like that? What would it feel like just to reach out, open that door and squeeze...just then he turned around and she got a full-on frontal view of his entire package.
Oh Lord. She gulped. She’d never really studied a cock before. She’d seen them on T.V. and in the dirty magazines that Max used to hide under the bed, but she’d never really stared at one like this. That one time she’d fumbled around with Joey McBride in the back of his pick-up didn’t really count. It had been dark and she hadn’t even had time to really touch him before he’d rolled her onto her back and thrust inside her...
/> And that was a memory she really didn’t want right now.