Page 94 of The Bodyguard Affair

I shoot him a skeptical look. “You have opinions—strong ones.”

Nolan grins mischievously, motioning for me to come closer. “Okay, fine. I might havesomethoughts. But come on, before you name your future child Turbo or something, let me help out.”

I swat his leg playfully, standing between them. “Turbo? That’s what you think I’d name a child?”

“I’m just saying, it could happen. I’ve seen weirder.” He wraps his arms around my waist, hands settling at the small of my back. “All right, hit me with your other picks.”

I sigh, knowing this is a terrible idea. “Okay, I like Olivia.”

He nods, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. “Olivia, hmm…Olivia seems like someone who’s super kind but will absolutely school you on trivia night.”

I laugh.

“But,” he continues, “Liv is the one you have to watch out for. She’s the wild card. Probably owns, like, three motorcycles.”

I roll my eyes. “Okay, since you’re clearly the expert, what namesdoyou like?”

I’m half expecting him to dodge the question, but instead, he answers without hesitation. “Pippa for a girl, Jack for a boy.”

I blink, surprised. “Wait, seriously? You have baby names, too?”

Nolan shrugs, completely casual. “Not that I’m planning anything, but yeah. Always liked those names.”

I smirk. “I like Jack.”

“Jack’s a classic,” Nolan says. “Jack’s the guy who’d change your tires and then offer to repaint your house and build your fence because he’s nice like that. He’s probably mayor of the town, too.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “What about Jack Turbo?”

He belts out a laugh. “Interesting combo. Sounds like an accountant by day, vigilante slash street racer by night.”

“Destined for greatness.”

He snorts, pulling me down onto his lap.

“I’m glad we came. Not just to celebrate Laine and Hunter, but it’s been nice, being here…” I squeeze my eyes shut, my arms wrapped around his neck. “Sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“No, it’s been amazing. I don’t want to leave tomorrow.”

“Though that means you’ll get to see Cody again,” I remind him.

His whole face lights up. “True. I miss the little guy. I actually texted Deidra asking her how he’s doing, but she hasn’t responded yet.”

I smile into his neck. “I don’t know if I’m ready for real life.”

“You don’t have to be. At least, not yet,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye before he shackles my hands above my headon the mattress. He plants a map of kisses all the way down my body, down my neck, chest, over each breast, over the valley of my stomach, and down to where I’m desperate for him.

And then he does it. He runs the flat part of his tongue from the top, down my center, sweeping my entire length. He takes turns sucking my clit and licking me top to bottom in long, languished strokes, like he’s a man starved.

I shift on top of him and he cups my tits, rolling his thumbs over my nipples before grinding my ass to him. He leans over and grabs a condom from the bedside table, slipping it on.

We fall into bed together, me on top of him. The past few times have been slow. Nolan likes to stretch things out, wind me up until I’m begging for release. But tonight, the energy is rushed, needy, desperate, as though we both sense how much we need the connection.

I sink onto him with ease, utterly desperate to settle the ache in my core that blooms whenever he’s around. It feels so deep, like he’s intrinsically a part of me.

“Andi,” he grunts, hands on my hips to set the pace. “You feel so good. So. Good.”

He props himself up against the headboard so we’re face-to-face. A flicker of sadness passes over his expression before he captures my lips in a kiss so urgent, so deep, I practically dissolve into him. And it feels different, us looking each other in the eye as we move in sync, our bodies trembling, melding into one. It’s intimate, like it has been every time since the first day we got here, even if neither of us wants to admit it.