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It was just you and him in the locked storage.room.

Your bodyguard. Your father's best friend.. The one man who was off limits. You were pinned against the door, breathless as his hands claimed you.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you whispered.

"Then tell me to stop," he said, voice low and wrecked.

You didn't. You pulled him closer like you always did..like you'd never get enough.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard, "I did something."

Your name. Inked low, right above his V-line.

"You got that for me?" Your name. Inked low, right above his V-line.

His eyes burned into yours. "You don't tattoo a name like that unless you're ready to fight."

“Your father will never agree to a ring nor a wedding," * forehead.. pressed to yours, jaw tense*

"But I'll give you me... every f*cking piece of me.. even if it's in secret"