Booty Call: 2 (Forbidden Bodyguards)

I know what Im doing when I text Scott at four in the morning. He knows what Im doing too. Thats why he shows up twenty-three minutes later freshly showered with a condom in his pocket and a barely dissolved breath mint on his tongue. I smirk as he looms over me. You are such a dirty old man. We need to stop doing this. Why? Because youre twenty-one and Im not. Because I want to take you on a f***ing date and you wont. Because we wind up yelling at each other half the time. But the rest of the time youre inside me and it feels so good right? His eyes darken and I dont need to look down to know hes hard for me. Other books in this series: Hate F*@k Dirty Love Wicked Sin Also by Ainsley Booth: Prime Minister (Frisky Beavers series) Personal Delivery (Billionaire Secrets series)