Tempting the Player (Campus Wallflowers #4)

by Rebecca Jenshak

I watch Jane’s expression morph from terror to confusion to shock to anger to betrayal in the span of a few minutes. I had two orders: keep Jane safe and be discreet. I’ve failed at both.

“She fired you?” Arch wears a thoughtful expression as he waits for my answer. I nod. No sense in denying it. “Why?” Brogan asks. “Isn’t it obvious?” Arch nudges him, and his lips pull into a small, knowing smile. “She thought he was into her and when she found out who he was, she realized she was just a job.” “She wasn’t just a job.” The words are out before I can pull them back.

He kisses exactly like I thought he would: dominating and powerful.

“Favorite color?” He doesn’t answer right away, and I assume he’s not going to. He’s such a stickler. But just as a test paper is handed back to me, his voice is back in my ear. “Green.”

“I know that it’s your job to protect me, but sometimes I just want you to see me as a girl and not your client.” “I see you. All of you.

“Even if it wasn’t my job, I’d do whatever I could to keep you safe.”

Fuck, I gotta get a hold of myself.

“I want to be kissed and pushed up against the wall. I want my clothes to be torn from my body and I want multiple orgasms and I want my life not to be so damn complicated.

“I want to kiss you again more than I want my next breath,”

“I want you on your knees with that soft mouth wrapped around my cock.”

“I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that you can’t remember your name. I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that I can’t remember my own name.” I nip at her bottom lip. “I want a lot of things, Jane. So be real sure that’s what you want before you make your next move.”

He stares at me like he sees every piece of me—the good, the bad, all of it. Like he sees me and he still thinks I’m someone worth protecting.

“I want you, Hendrick. Kiss me. Fuck me. Make me forget my name. And yours.” One knee drops to the mattress, and he hovers over me. “Don’t forget my name. I want to hear you scream it.”

“You’re gorgeous splayed out underneath me. I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.”

“Maybe you can just trust me when I tell you that your pussy is gorgeous.”

“I’m always that desperate for you, but I wanted you splayed out in my bed where I could worship you from head to toe.”

“Good girl. Keep those pretty green eyes on me.”

“I said I was your boyfriend because I wanted them to know that you’re mine. Bodyguard, boyfriend, friend, whatever you want to call me is up to you. I’m yours and that’s all that matters. But to everyone else, I want them to know that I’m the guy they have to answer to if they hurt you.”

“I thought you were standing guard backstage.” He air quotes the last few words, then smirks. “Did she need a hand getting ready?” “Did she take her Vitamin D?” Knox asks, with a similar smirk on his face.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. See what you do to me?” I stare at our bodies where he continues to push into me, then up to his dark hazel eyes. “You’re my undoing,” he says. “You fucking own me.”