His Father

“We’re just sex,” I say quietly. “We’re just doing this. No complications.”

His hand holds mine above my head as he circles me and then dips his lips to kiss my throat. After hooking my arms around his neck, large, warm hands finally drift over my curves before palming my breasts through the black lace.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

His words and following kiss make everything else melt away for a while. He normally has me on my back by now but he seems content to just taste me and I’m okay with that. I like kissing him. More than I should.

“Get in bed,” he whispers after another moment. “I have to deal with Devon, check the surveillance and lock up. In no particular order.”

I’m about to protest when he lifts me into his arms and strides to his bed. He lays me on it and looks at me with so much longing.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“Maddox will be home soon,” I remind him, talking about the fact I’m in his bed and not my own.

“I know,” he replies, kisses me again as I pull the blanket over my body, still donning my underwear. I’ll get changed into one of his tops after he’s gone. “I won’t be long.”

Does that mean he’s actually going to sleep with me?

I don’t know how I feel about that. Normally he fucks me and goes away or escorts me back to my own room, or essentially kicks me out. Hence the fact when we do screw, it’s usually in my room because it complicates things less. This is whole new territory.

Sargent

I watch the man stand at her window, the cameras around the house caught him trying the back door, but getting spooked and running around the side of the house as a way to escape, only to find her in her room, likely trying on her new belongings as she said she was doing before she saw him.

He tugs on his dick, his movements fast and almost angry as his other hand grips the knife. It looks like a standard knife that we use to chop things up in a kitchen. This terrifies me even more because what the fuck is he going to do with it? Why was he trying to get into my house? Who is he looking for? Was it her all along? Does he know her? It’s hard to tell who it is due to his hood being up but I have a couple of half-decent stills of his face. I’m going to edit them for a clearer look.

I’ve sent a few through to Stone, and some to Devon who left twenty minutes ago, and some to Tucker, my company’s head of security.

There’s little else I can do but wait to see if they recognize him. I plan on showing some of the edited stills to Tempest but I don’t plan on telling her about the fact he has masturbated to her through the glass. It makes me sick knowing he stood there for over an hour watching her, twisting that knife in his hand.

Until we catch this fool we can’t let her out of our sight.

I have never known fear like the fear I felt when I heard her scream. It had us all tossing up our cards and racing to her room. Stone had his gun out before he was even out of his chair.

I’ve never heard a scream of fear like that before.

I’m still feeling the adrenaline from it.

The house is locked up and safe, my son is on his way home but I don’t plan on keeping her out of my sight tonight. He can discover us and question me all he likes, tonight I just need to keep her close and keep her safe.

On that note, I shut down my computer and join her in bed. She’s rid her delectable body of the underwear that we all unfortunately saw her in and is wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of my boxer briefs. She still looks ridiculously sexy.

I climb in behind her and lie on my back, looking up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to wrap my body around hers. This is getting complicated.

I double-check on the pistol in my bedside table, it’s loaded, the safety is on, it’s there for when I need it. I mean if I need it which I hope I never will.

Sighing, I rub my hand over my face and glance at the sleeping woman beside me again.

Why did it have to be her? Why can’t I be with anybody but her right now? Feeling the way I feel…

I don’t even know what I feel, but I know that it’s more than I should and definitely not just sex anymore.

“Stop,” she murmurs, tensing in her sleep. “Please, just stop.”