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“I’m here to protect you...”

Rose cupped the side of Max’s face and turned him until they were face-to-face, her thumb stroking his lips. “I want you to do more than protect me.”

He shook his head. “It’s my job to ensure your safety. That’s it.”

“You’re not on the clock now.” Her other hand found its way to his thigh.

God, he was so hard. He strained against the zipper of his jeans, creating a solid ridge beneath the denim. If she brushed her hand just a little higher...

Rose pressed her lips to his jaw, and awareness ran through him, lighting up his body like a Christmas tree. “Rose,” he growled.

Her hands left him for the knotted belt of her robe. She unwound the fabric and the robe parted. “I see the way you’ve been looking at me, Max.” She pushed herself up and straddled him. “You may not like me, but you want me.”

He tilted his face up to hers. “You’re asking for trouble.”