for the last two years. While he’d always been attracted to her—since they were teenagers—becoming successful had still been his number one priority. Ending up like his father
hadn’t been an option.
But he’d known he loved her a year ago when he couldn’t get in touch with her for two weeks. His
entire world had shifted and he’d known without a doubt that he’d give up everything for her. Turned out she’d just been on a job and unable to communicate. But it had been a wakeup call for him. Ever since then he’d been slowly maneuvering his way into getting her to Vegas. He’d known once he got
her on his turf it would only be a matter of time before he had her under him. That had happened a hell of a lot sooner than he’d planned, but once it had, he’d needed to lock her down with a ring on the most primal level. He’d needed everyone to know she was taken. By him.
Now she’d agreed to a tentative marriage and he had no fucking clue how to win her back. This
was definitely unchartered territory. Iris wasn’t like other women. She was tough, sexy but didn’t
flaunt it, and she sure as hell didn’t give a shit about his money. If anything it seemed to bother her.
And now she was busy working as a bodyguard for him. Deep down, he didn’t know if he could
handle it. The threat against him was damn real. He knew that. But he was a lot more worried about
her than himself and if someone made a move against him, he knew he couldn’t let her protect him.
He’d die for her before he let that happen.
Chapter 7
Wyatt stood up from his desk as the door to his office opened. No one should be in his suite
except one person; Iris. As she stepped inside wearing a simple black bikini that barely covered her body, his entire body heated with the kind of need only she’d ever evoked inside him. Somehow he forced his vocal cords to work. “Did you enjoy the pool?”
“Yes, thank you.” Her dark eyes widened as her gaze landed on his growing erection.
He might be dressed but his pants did nothing to hide his reaction. Yeah, that was a permanent
thing with her around. He didn’t bother trying to fight it anymore when it was just the two of them.
Before he could respond, she continued as she closed the distance between them in a few
strides. “Though it was unnecessary to have the place cleared out. I was just doing laps.”
They’d been drowning themselves in sex for the past couple days and this morning he’d realized
that she’d needed some alone time. So he’d had one of the hotel pools cleared so she could
exercise in peace. And it had given him some down time to work and wrap his head around the fact that he and Iris were actually married. It should terrify him, but he was so damn happy he barely recognized the feeling. Wyatt raked his gaze over Iris as she stepped closer to him, a towel
wrapped snugly around her trim waist. “I didn’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.”
At that, Iris rolled her eyes, but a soft smile played across her face. She was normally so
reserved that he loved seeing her relaxed. Even without makeup, the woman was stunning.
Reaching out, he cupped the back of her head and pressed his lips against hers. Though
anxiousness to be inside her hummed through him, he forced himself to go slow. The past few days they’d been fucking like machines and this time he wanted to savor her.
She laughed lightly, the intoxicating sound rolling over him as she pulled away. “I don’t want
to get you wet and it looks like you’re working.”
“I don’t care. Trust me,” he growled. And he didn’t. He’d been on the phone for the past few
hours putting out fires at one of his hotels and dealing with shipping regulation bullshit at one of his warehouses. He might be successful, but sometimes it felt as if he never got a chance to
breathe. Spending this time with Iris was like being given a shot of fresh oxygen. If only she’d open up to him more. She might
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