Page 40 of Desperate Games

It’s not just sex.

It never was.

And as I hold her in my arms, sweat-drenched and shaking, I know this isn’t the end.

It’s the beginning.

Chapter Ten-Andrea

Still That Night

I should ask him to leave.

Really. I should.

Because this? This is too good.

Too tempting.

Too dangerous.

It’s the kind of night that cracks things open.

The kind that leaves marks.

And not just the good kind—the bruises from his hands on my hips, the sting of his teeth at my shoulder, the faint ache that’s already blooming low in my belly from the way he owned my body like it belonged to him.

No, I’m talking about the other kind.

The kind of marks that linger where no one can see them.

The kind that sneak past the lines you swore you’d never cross.

Because that man? That beast? That fucking god of a bodyguard with a body full of muscles and ink and a gaze that could bring me to my knees?

He makes my body sing.

And worse?

He makes me want things I swore I wouldn’t.

Like hope.

Like forever.

Which is insane, because this isn’t love.

This was never supposed to be love.

It’s biology. A mission. A plan.

Operation: Get Knocked Up by a Grade-A Genetic Jackpot Before I Turn Thirty-Three and My Ovaries Stage a Coup.

Catch feelings?

No. That’s not part of the deal.

But even as I try to convince myself of all the reasons this is wrong—he’ll leave, he always does, I barely know him, he’s too intense, too much, too everything—I feel his mouth again.