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his invasion into her life and she didn’t see why he was in a bad mood. If anyone had a right to be grouchy, it was her.
                  Chad gritted his teeth when he saw Bree cooking, wearing a pair of shorts showing off entirely too much of her long, beautiful legs, and a fitted tank top. Was she trying to see how far she could push him before he snapped? Did she want him to wrap his arms around her and take her against the kitchen wall? He was close to doing just that.
                  He sat down and adjusted his pants for what felt like the hundredth time and tried to look anywhere but at her. He knew he should walk away – leave the room. Find any other place to be, other than a few feet from her but his eyes kept drifting back to the shapely curve of her thighs. He could easily see she was a runner. Her legs were toned and tan and seemed to stretch for a mile.
                  She was only about five and a half feet tall, making her head fit perfectly underneath his chin. She was the right height for their bodies to fit like a glove while he lay on top of her, thrusting inside. Crap! He admonished himself silently. He absolutely couldn’t go down that road. Being in her presence was the same as throwing a lit match into a dry hay field. He was burning up.
                  Before he realized what he was doing, he was standing behind her. He couldn’t seem to stop the forward movement. All his inner lecturing and self-pep-talks weren’t penetrating his own thick skull.
                  “Do you need help?” he asked, taken aback at his own husky tone. He wasn’t holding himself together well. He could imagine what his team would think of his behavior. They’d probably be on the floor laughing – no probably about it, they’d definitely be cracking up at his expense.
                  “No, I got it…” Bree started to say as she turned around. When she realized how close he was, her eyes widened. He watched as she looked from his neck, then tilted her head up, up, up to stare into his eyes. Once she reached their deep azure depths, hers widened even more.
                  Their gazes remained locked together, and he was losing the battle to maintain distance. Just one kiss – he could allow himself a moment of pleasure. They were both consenting adults – and no one would be hurt by a simple kiss. He was sure it wouldn’t be as great as he expected. One kiss, then he could get back to his job of guarding her - minus the sexual tension.
                  Chad slipped his arm around her back. If she gave even a hint of protest, or resisted in any way, then maybe he’d get a little sense back into his head. But instead she melted like butter against him. She never removed her eyes from his and her body seemed like it was made to fit only him. She sank against him, her eyes seemingly surprised by their behavior. One taste, he promised himself. He’d only have one taste of her, then he’d let go and get their relationship on a strictly professional basis. If he couldn’t, he’d tell George he had to find someone else to guard his daughter. He couldn’t protect her if he couldn’t keep it professional.
                  His heart pounded as he leaned forward. His body tightened even more, and the sigh escaping her lips sent his heart racing. She was turning him inside out.
                  “Just one kiss,” he muttered out loud without conscious thought. Her eyes slid shut as his mouth edged closer. She was openly inviting him – he was doing nothing wrong.
                  Before his lips made contact with hers, there was a loud pounding on the door. Chad wanted to rip apart whoever dared to interrupt them. He swore aloud before he was able to stop himself. Bree’s eyes slightly opened as she looked at him with confusion. It was obvious she hadn’t heard the knock. She was