Paige

Brendan had been Paige’s guardian ever since her parents had been killed five years ago. And he knew that it was wicked to lust after her. But no matter how hard he tried to fight the need, his lusty body had other ideas!

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“We did good today, huh, Bren?” Paige was still full of energy as she spun in a tight circle and then punched the elevator button. “Did you hear the applause when I did my belly dance?”

He hadn’t, because he’d been too busy whacking off a second time before pulling on some clean BVDs. “You always knock ’em dead,” he hedged. “I’ll bet you drove every guy in the audience crazy!”

She giggled, and twisted her hips in an erotically sexy swivel. “I’ve been practicing in my bedroom.”

Bren sucked in a pained gasp as every nerve in his body went on high alert. “That would be something to watch.”

He didn’t realize that he’d said the words aloud until she laughed again, and nudged him in the ribs. “Yeah, right. This is our floor. C’mon.”

A frown creased Paige’s forehead as he hurried by, and closed the door in her face. Something was wrong with Bren, and it had been getting worse for the last several weeks. She’d tried to tease him into talking about it, and that hadn’t worked…

Maybe the direct approach would work better?

Thoughtfully she turned off the living room light, so that opening his bedroom door wouldn’t half-blind him.

She was just about to reach for his doorknob when a low, ragged moan stopped her in her tracks. Was he in pain?

“Bren?” She swung the door open…then gaped in stunned surprise…