"Hello, Princess." She was a grown woman and a successful prosecutor, yet Connor Rafferty's raffish greeting mad Allison Whittaker feel like that privileged teen he'd hauled from a blue-collar bar years before. It seemed that her family had employed the security tycoon's services to safeguard her from recent death threats. Well, she could take care of herself.
It was his kiss she could hardly handle.
His barely restrained ardor should have been her warning never to let him move into her home, mere footsteps from her bedroom. After all, he'd featured prominently in her fantasies, even though he'd resisted being anything other than brotherly toward her. Until now. When neith of them could afford to be distracted.
It was his kiss she could hardly handle.
His barely restrained ardor should have been her warning never to let him move into her home, mere footsteps from her bedroom. After all, he'd featured prominently in her fantasies, even though he'd resisted being anything other than brotherly toward her. Until now. When neith of them could afford to be distracted.
