Description

Jason's military career had been one of discipline, order, and the kind of raw physicality that came from years of training and combat. At 40, he was a testament to the peak of human conditioning, his black body sculpted from granite, his presence commanding every room he entered. His hands were like shovels, and his cock, well, it was a thing of legend among those who had seen it—a BBC that could make a grown woman weep with desire and anticipation. Now retired from the Marines, he had been hired by Steve, a man of considerable wealth and influence, to protect his daughter, Amy.

Amy was the epitome of privileged youth, her life a whirlwind of parties and excess. At 22, she was busty and unapologetically vivacious, her curves a magnet for attention, both wanted and unwanted. Her nights were a blur of neon lights and thumping bass, a life lived in the fast lane, but not without its dangers. Her father's concern had led him to Jason, whose very presence was a deterrent to any who might wish her harm.

Initially, Amy had bristled at the idea of a bodyguard, especially one as imposing as Jason. He was a shadow, always there, always watching. But that changed the night she was attacked by a would-be killer. Jason had moved with a lethal grace, disarming the assailant with terrifying efficiency. As the dust settled, Amy had found herself clutching at Jason, her dress stained with his blood, and in a moment of raw emotion, she had kissed him, tasting the salt of his sweat and the metallic tang of blood. It was a kiss that had awakened something primal within her, a desire that she could no longer ignore.