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“ARE YOU READY FOR THIS, CHARLIE?”
Ready for what? The hard cock urging between her cheeks or the bundle of lit dynamite she was about to throw on her life?
Fuck it. She’d do both.
His baritone British accent pressed into her, not asking about the meeting—the one in an hour that would have the world aiming for her. Adding another maddening predator, the press, hunting to claim her sanity. And her life.
No, he was asking for more of her. His brute body steamed against the length of her back under the rain from the shower above—hands caressing her wet cheeks, spreading them, gliding his eager lust between.
“Daniel Pierce, I don’t know how you’re ready again,” she said. They had just fucked an hour before.
No, that round on the bathroom vanity was making love, bringing tears to her eyes at his gasps of devotion. Because as of this morning… they were finally free.
Free to be together. Free to tell the world. Free to love.
And their ecstasy lasted that blissful, orgasmic moment
And their ecstasy lasted that blissful, orgasmic moment before it was shot away by a text ping beckoning her to check her phone charging on the hotel nightstand. While Daniel started their shower, her index finger touched the screen.
And summoned hell.
Now, she was thankful he couldn’t see her face. Lust and fear were smeared across it. A guise she wore daily since she was with him, loving him.
His fingers descended between her thighs, expertly strumming her closer. To pleasure. To the edge. To him.
“I’m ready for you and our life together, Charlie Ravenel.” The words hummed from his lips across her shoulder blade. Standing behind her, his truth was tempting. “It’s all I want. You. Us. Our love,” he said. “And no more hiding.”
She was never supposed to do this. Months before she was hired to protect Kierra Williams—a sixteen-year-old actor stalked on the set of the smash show The Druid. Char‐ lie’s mission was to keep the girl safe and to find out who was leaving notes, tormenting Kierra with haunting tactics.
But Charlie fucked up. And fucked the one man she shouldn’t.
Daniel Pierce. The lead actor on the show. The A-list celebrity with sixty million followers. The one with a panty- melting face. The one with a prole of masculine perfection only a bit more recognizable than his, I-don’t-care-if-my- dad-catches-me-fucking-him perfectly sculpted muscular frame. And don’t get anyone started on his amazing ass.
Their first fuck was an atom bomb of love dropped on her lonely life.
And now his hands wrapped around her, coaxing her, reminding every cell in her body this is where she belonged, even if it meant giving up everything to be with him. Not that she was the kind of woman who’d ever give up a damn thing for a man. Fuck that. Never.
She had no choice. Not after the last forty-eight hours.
She told herself: Nope. That’s bullshit, Charlie Girl. This whole gorgeous, hot mess started months back.
True. They were a secret until that famous shot connected the two of them.
That shot? That video?
It was the one when she, Daniel and Rob—her best friend and colleague—were at a gym in Madrid, Spain.
To the public eye, they were just friends. Friends who shared workouts and their work on The Druid, filmed at the massive studio nearby. Daniel was the famous face with constant cameras on him. She and Rob were his colleagues, cast security for the show.
All would have been peachy until a loud noise cracked the air like gunshots across the gym. Some guy had dropped his heavy bar, but the sudden sound dropped Charlie to her knees in a PTSD blackout, shooting her mind back six years to when she was a Marine. And was shot three times.
Witnesses in the gym recorded the spectacle with their phones—#danielpierce rescuing a woman passed out in his arms.
scars. The bullet graze across her right cheek. The shot through her right shoulder. Hashtags, rumors, and comments started. Millions of them. And fans and press have been hunting for the blonde draped over Daniel Pierce’s arms ever since.
And now this.
A stand-off.
A lethal chess game with the sadistic stalker she caught trying to rape Kierra Williams. The stalker was none other than Kierra and Daniel’s co-star.
The beautiful. The famous. The evil. Mason Hunt.
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