Chapter 60 No Stopping

• She was right here, yearning for him to take her. He wasn’t a saint—he couldn’t refuse her, not when every second she spent pressing against him chipped away at his restraint. This temptress, rubbing herself against him, was unraveling him piece by piece.
• "Amore mio, you’re drunk," he sighed, trying to pull away.
• But she didn’t let go. "I’m fully awake, Mr. Bodyguard," she whined, grabbing his face and attempting to press her lips to his.