My Billionaire Bodyguard

My first mistake was thinking I could resist him.

One look at that lethal smile in Vegas and my clothes practically fell off on their own. I didn’t even ask his name before I dragged him to bed.

My second mistake was believing I’d never see him again. He’s Declan Foster--billionaire protector, ex–black ops, and a man carved from dominance and danger.

Now someone wants me dead for the story I’m chasing. And Declan doesn’t hire a team. 

He storms into my life and decides I’m his to guard. His to control. His to keep breathing.

Living under his roof is a losing game. He watches me like he’s tracking a target. Touches me like he owns the memory of my body. Snarls every time I get near trouble--or near him.

I can outrun killers. I can’t outrun one night in Vegas.

Because I’m pregnant, and the father is the man I should’ve stayed far away from.