Her Mysterious Protector (Her Protector Alpha Male Military Romance Book 1) by Michaela Strong Page B

downer.
    "Okay, your teeth are crooked," he mused.
    Dana startled out of her grief. "What?"
    "It was a joke. Put down, like an insult. Never mind. What's the matter, forget your bus pass?"
    Now Dana more than suspected he miraculously knew she didn't ride the bus and it was time to just be out with it. "Okay, do you know I don't take the bus and if so, how?"
    "Well because you just told me. Thanks for the honesty." Rory did set her down after all. He looked bummed.
    Oh, thought Dana. Rory was a gorgeous all-man kind of guy when he chased the bad guy but now he was just plain adorable that she had hurt his feelings. "Hey sorry if I didn't disclose personal truth to a man I just met," she said mildly sarcastically. She could see he didn't like her tone but she felt like if she didn't on-purpose turn him off and get the heck away from him, she was within seconds of propositioning him. She never had sex with a stranger, and didn't think now was the time to start. Even if he was ridiculously gorgeous. And it had been a long time.
    Dana had just gone out to deposit some checks she got in the mail when she got mugged. Being completely confused about the past and the present, being both totally worked up sad and horny was definitely not on the horizon when she scooted back in her chair to take a breather from her work less than half an hour earlier. "I'm at the Warwick Apartments," she heard herself say. She felt like she should tell him where she lived to make up for lying about how she traveled.
    "People are way more intimate than that with strangers all the time," he said playfully.
    Rory was definitely filling her with all the flashbacks of the best of her previous sexcapades. Thinking that, the more she tried to put them out of her mind, the more they were there, in uncensored graphic visuals. But now the stills were of Rory and her, for he had changed places with her ex in her head. Dana scrunched her eyes to try to squeeze the forbidden images from her mind to no avail. She imagined she was on her belly on a decadent upholstered bed. Rory sat back on his haunches holding his giant sumptuous, hard cock to her lips and she was eager to have a taste. She could feel his tight muscled thighs with the palms of her hands. And knew in intimate detail what it was to lie back and to be fucked by him, to feel him sinking into her slowly which she worked herself to sweet orgasm. The fictitious video rolled in her mind like it was a memory and he was someone she had always known. Dana was drenched; soaked with arousal.
    "I wasn't kidding," she said apologetically, trying to divorce herself from the naughty fantasies she was having about him. "I really did have a bad day. That was the third time my purse has been taken. I am real unlucky."
    "We all have our own personal bad day," he responded. "And you're not going anywhere."
    "I beg your pardon?"
    "I mean, you're not going home alone. I am walking you to your door. You're not unlucky, you're a mark. This guy is going to keep hitting you because he has the inside scoop on your routine. I'm going to mix it up, walk you to your apartment and give him something to think about."
    Dana wanted to give him a speech about not needing his help, but she was actually flattered he seemed to care so much about her safety
    "Hate to say this, Dana, but I think you're getting mugged by a friend or neighbor. Someone who knows you."
    Dana thought about what he said, looked at him, and thought again. It never occurred to her. Now a total stranger – one that she imagined going down on – was very insightful. She owed him for her purse, the ride to the bus so to speak, and now for the clue to the string of robberies. Except that they had been happening to others as well, but still. Dana felt bad though because it appeared she had somehow knocked the joy out of him. His mood was dampened by the fact that she fibbed to him about taking the bus. And when he took a step and constricted with pain, she felt