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“Ethan,” Zoey breathes out, pulling back to look up at me. “I’m so—”
“No, nope,” I say, shaking my head at what I know she’s going to say. “You’re not going there, baby, no way. This isnotyour fault. Not even close.”
She licks her lips, her eyes searching my face as though she’s trying to decide whether to believe me. I smile, leaning in to kiss her again, wishing to fuck that none of this was happening to us. “What are we going to do?” she whispers against my lips.
Exhaling, I smooth back some loose strands of her hair. “Right now, I’m going to call Detective Simmons and ask him to come to the lodge. We’ll tell him what’s happened and hope to fuck he can do something with it,” I say, pausing for a second before continuing. “Then as much as I’d like to say we go home and work, I know you won’t go for that.” Zoey shakes her head at me, even as she smiles. “So we’ll stay here and work, you preferably here in my office and after that, we go home together. Sound like a plan?”
Zoey’s smile widens, her hand moving to my cheek as she pushes up on her toes and kisses me. “Yes.”
“You okay?” Zoey asks as she walks into my home office now.
I’m standing behind the desk, clicking at the keyboard, my eyes flicking through the security footage from today. We’d spoken to the detective earlier, who agreed this was a legitimate threat that he promised to look into. I’d also confessed to him my worry that maybe Cameron had something to do with all of it, even though just thinking it made me feel sick.
Detective Simmons had promised to look into all of it, even Casey too, but I’d still upped the security arrangements for both of us, not wanting to take any chances. Now we have three guys outside the house, patrolling the grounds for the night, in addition to all the security cameras and the alarm. Our home feels like a fortress right now, but I don’t care.
I look up to see her standing in the doorway, dressed in nothing but one of my sweaters, her hair wet and piled on top of her head. “I’m okay,” I reply, smiling at her. “You good?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” she says walking over to me. “What are you doing?”
I pull her into my arms as she rests her head on my shoulder. “Just reviewing the footage from today,” I reply, kissing her forehead.
Zoey laughs, her arms squeezing around my waist. “Don’t we have security people to do that now,” she asks, but I can tell she’s teasing me. I know the photo that was delivered earlier scared us both, but with all of the extra protection we now have, not to mention Detective Simmons throwing more resources at this, Zoey did eventually manage to relax as the day went on.
Chuckling, I close the program and fall back into my chair, taking her with me so she’s sitting in my lap. “Yes,” I add, kissing the end of her nose. “We do.”
She smooths my hair back, her thumb brushing across my cheek. “Thank you, Ethan.”
“Baby, you don’t need to thank me,” I tell her.
“I know, but I am anyway,” she says, smiling.
“Hmmm,” I murmur, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “You want some dinner?” I now ask, changing the subject. “Are you hungry?”
Zoey giggles, squirming in my lap a little as she says, “Hungry, yes. For food, not so much.” She shifts again just in case I didn’t get the full meaning of what she’s talking about.
“Is that so,” I whisper, nuzzling against her neck as she slips a hand under my t-shirt.
A low growl rumbles in my chest and I stand from my chair, Zoey in my arms as I make my way toward the door, intent on taking her to our bedroom. Instead, I stumble a little when Zoey’s fingers find my nipple and she pinches it hard. “Fuck, Zo,” I groan, collapsing onto the couch in my office.
Zoey shifts in my lap so she’s straddling me, a smile on her face as she now lifts my t-shirt over my head and throws it on the floor behind her. Her hands move to my chest as she leans in and kisses me, shuffling her hips a little.
“I think you need something to take your mind off all of this,” she whispers.
My hands grip her hips as I yank her closer. I’m already hard and I know she can feel it. “I’m always going to be thinking about your safety, Zoey.”
“I know,” she says, grinding against me in a way that feels so fucking good. “But right now,” she says, pausing as she slides one of her hands down my chest and beneath my sweatpants, her fingers curling around my dick. “I want you to be a little distracted.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out, thrusting up into her hand as her grip on me tightens.
“Exactly,” she says, letting out a laugh.
I slide my hands up her body, pulling her sweater off now, groaning when I see she isn’t wearing a bra underneath. Doesn’t matter how many times we’re together or how many times I’ve seen her naked, it always takes my breath away.
“God, you are so beautiful, Zo,” I murmur, leaning in to nuzzle her breasts, my mouth closing around one of her nipples as I lick and suck, teasing her as I feel her body respond, the peak hardening in my mouth before I move to her other breast.
She lets out a sexy moan, pulling her hand from my sweats as she pushes them down my hips. I shuffle around beneath her as I kick them off my legs, my hands now moving back to her hips where I grip the sheer fabric of her panties. She lifts her hips slightly, thinking I’m going to slide them off and without even thinking about it, I grip the fabric and pull hard, the flimsy material easily ripping.
Zoey laughs, her head falling back as I kiss my way up her neck to her mouth. “I hope you didn’t want those panties,” I whisper, nipping at her bottom lip.
