To appease her worried friends, Cameron hires Jude as her bodyguard. Not even one with coppery-red hair and mile-long legs who looks hot AF in a sexy pair of heels. Jude Ellis is ready to retire from the cloak and dagger stuff to live a normal life. She doesn’t need a six-foot-five, motorcycle-riding, square-jawed, hazel-eyed man-beast shadowing her every move. Throw in the threat of a sex scandal and the frustrating antics of the entitled son of her company’s founder, and she might be in over her head.īut sacrifice her privacy to an overprotective bodyguard? No thanks. But someone is after her, and she doesn’t know who or why. He was about to melt my La Perla thong right off me.Ĭameron Whitbury is used to engineering her way out of any problem. It was a command, delivered with a slight thrust of his hips.
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