Free Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Protection Crisis (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Rochelle Paige Page B

You’d think I would have grown accustomed to the beauty that was my Chloe after spending the last two weeks with her, but I hadn’t. Each day seemed to be better than the last—even while it brought a new threat from her stalker.
    Emails and texts I’d kept hidden from Chloe because I couldn’t bear to see her scared. As her boyfriend, it was my job to step in and shield her from shit like this. I wasn’t just here to protect Chloe physically, but mentally too. The bastard wanted her afraid, and I refused to let him have what he was trying to take from her. This guy didn’t deserve a single thought in her head, and I worked hard to make sure she didn’t have a reason to worry about him.
    I was happy to carry the burden for her—it meant I got more mornings like this where I woke up to my beautiful woman sleeping peacefully next to me. The dark circles she’d had under her eyes when we met were a thing of the past. Her fair skin had lost its pallor and was back to glowing with health. I got to hear her laughter ringing in the air every day, and I discovered that seeing her enjoy a meal was a thing of beauty in and of itself.
    Chloe had a healthy appreciation for good food, and watching her eat quickly became one of my favorite pastimes, right along with feeding her. After a light press of my lips to her cheek, I headed downstairs to fix our breakfast. If I was quick enough, I’d be done before she was fully awake. I was in the mood for a nice breakfast in bed—waffles with strawberries and whipped cream for her and whipped cream spread across my Chloe’s body for me.
    It only took me about ten minutes to get it ready since she had saved the extra batter from a few mornings before in the fridge. I gathered everything onto a tray, snagging a flower from her garden for a little romantic touch, and headed back upstairs. I walked in just as she was waking up, her arms raised above her head and her back arched while she stretched. Her tits were pushed out, and I was sorely tempted to drop the tray and skip breakfast altogether, but the pleasure in her eyes when she saw what I was carrying nixed the idea for me.
    “Morning.” Her voice was raspy with sleep, and incredibly sexy. “Breakfast in bed, huh? If you aren’t careful, you’re going to spoil me, and I might start to expect this kind of treatment on a regular basis.”
    “This would be a problem, why exactly?”
    “Because I don’t want to take you for granted, silly.”
    I wasn’t worried about it, not when she was always doing little things to make sure I was happy. “Not gonna happen,” I whispered against her lips. “And neither is breakfast if you insist on being so damn cute.”
    “I wouldn’t want all your hard ,”—she squeezed my dick for emphasis—“work to go to waste.”
    “Eat your damn food, woman,” I growled. “Before I eat you instead.”
    “I hardly think that’s an effective threat,” she giggled, moving up until her back was against the headboard.
    I set the tray on her lap and crawled onto the mattress to sit next to her. Snagging the extra bowl of whip cream on the corner of the tray, I moved it to the bedside table. Chloe’s eyes darted to it and she wagged her brows at me, but she didn’t comment on it. I didn’t really give her the chance to because I stabbed a piece of the waffle with the fork and lifted it to her mouth. She let me feed her a few more bites before she stole the fork and started feeding me. As soon as the plate was empty, I yanked the tray off her lap and dropped it to the floor with a crash. I didn’t bother to check and see if anything had broken, I was too busy staring at the sight of her soaked panties.
    “Damn, I need to taste you.”
    She shimmied out of her underwear, and I licked my lips as her glistening folds were revealed. Moving to my stomach, I spread her legs to get better access. “You’re drenched for me, aren’t you, baby?”
    “Cold,” she yelped as I dipped my finger into