Elena Voss adjusted the slit of her tight black gown as she stepped into the penthouse suite, the high-risk charity gala still buzzing in her veins.
Threats had poured in all week. Her father’s security team assigned only one man for the night: Jax Harlan. Six-foot-five of pure muscle, stoic face, and eyes that never left her.
“Stay close,” Jax rumbled, locking the door behind them. His massive frame filled the doorway.
Elena turned, deliberately brushing her ass against his crotch while reaching for her earrings. “This close enough, bodyguard? Or do you need to be inside me to protect me properly?”
Jax’s hand shot out, gripping her hip hard. “Keep running that mouth and I’ll bend you over right here, Miss Voss.”
She smirked, grinding back against the thick bulge growing in his pants.
