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.