Twisted Games: A Forbidden Royal Bodyguard Romance

“Five days in paradise,” I drawled. “Swimming, sunbathing, fucking—”
“Rhys.”
“What, you don’t like the itinerary?”
“Lower your voice,” she hissed, her face the color of the tomatoes on her plate. “People will hear.”
“No one’s listening.”

Jules sighed. “Tell your man he’s hot as hell but a total buzzkill.”

“He’s not my man. He’s my bodyguard.” I lowered my voice, but I thought I saw Rhys pause for a millisecond before he resumed polishing his knife.

“Even worse. He’s running your life and you’re not getting any dick from it.”

“Jules.”

I don’t need a happily ever after. I need to be by your side. I need you happy and healthy and safe. Goddammit Bridget, I need you. In any way I can have you.”

Plus, my mouth could be pretty damn persuasive, especially when I used it for purposes other than talking

I caught Bridget’s eye during her procession, and I flashed her a quick grin and a wink.

“You and me.” I cupped her face and brushed my lips over hers. “Always.”

moonlight, and her hold on me tightened. “I love you

moonlight, and her hold on me tightened. “I love you

Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths

In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.”