He’s the lethally disciplined Heavy Kings’ VP.

I’m the bratty tattoo artist he’s sworn to guard.

Eight weeks. One locked-down shop. Zero chance we stay “professional.”

Tyson Monroe is my new live-in bodyguard, a walking fortress of a man whose stern demeanor begs me to push his buttons. I love to watch his control crack, love to see him glare at me with those dont test me eyes.

But when I do test him, his discipline is swift, strict, and unforgettable.

Then come the kisses. Then the touches.

Then . . . so much more.

There’s just one problem. His club president, the man who could end...

He’s the lethally disciplined Heavy Kings’ VP.

I’m the bratty tattoo artist he’s sworn to guard.

Eight weeks. One locked-down shop. Zero chance we stay “professional.”

Tyson Monroe is my new live-in bodyguard, a walking fortress of a man whose stern demeanor begs me to push his buttons. I love to watch his control crack, love to see him glare at me with those dont test me eyes.

But when I do test him, his discipline is swift, strict, and unforgettable.

Then come the kisses. Then the touches.

Then . . . so much more.

There’s just one problem. His club president, the man who could end Tyson’s career, has made it clear I’m off-limits.

We should stop. Never touch each other again.

But its not an option. Each kiss brands deeper than the ink, each touch claims me as him. It paints a deadly bull’s-eye on me—and on the Kings’ wedding of the year.

And when a face from the past threatens everything I hold dear, I have to hold on to Tyson and pray that we make it.