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“Just for me? Tell me you’re fuckin’ soaked for me, Olson. I wanna hear you say it,” I demand.
“Only for you, Ridge. I’m so fucking wet for you,” she tells me. I growl before lowering my face to her neck. I lick a line up her neck before gently biting into her flesh. She gasps, and my cock hardens even more.
I continue to torture her with my tongue, sucking on her neck where I can feel her pulse thudding against my tongue. It makes me groan with need.
“I wanna taste you again.”
“Not now,” she says, panting as she tugs me closer. I chuckle, knowing exactly what it is she wants. I pull away and slide my cut down my arms, and I’m a little surprised when she takes it and places it on the back of the chair as if she knew exactly what to do with it. Most women would have tried to throw it to the floor, but not her. She was careful with it.
I watch Olson as she pulls her shorts down her legs and kicks them to the side. Then she pulls her shirt over her head, doing the same with it. Standing there naked in front of me, I debate this. I debate taking what I shouldn’t. I know better. And I am better, but she looks too fucking good standing there like that. I take one step toward her when the alarm goes off. My head jerks in the direction of the sound, and I quickly rip my shirt over my head and toss it to her to put on. I move toward the front door to see the panels lit up on the new system I had my boy put in.
Pulling my gun, I head for the back door, where it shows the motion. I creep through the kitchen and slowly make my way to the back door before reaching for the lock and unlocking it. Then I slowly turn the handle and whip the door open, gun aimed and ready to fire. But there is no one there.
I step out and glance around, not seeing anyone as the snow begins to fall harder. Then I look down and see a package on the ground. I pick it up and bring it back inside, locking the door and resetting the alarm as I do.
“Did you see anyone?”
“No, but they left this,” I tell her, holding the box up. She looks at it confused before I set it on the counter and shove my gun into the back of my jeans.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know.” I lift the box and shake it slightly before grabbing a knife and cutting it open. Inside, I’m a little shocked at what I find.
I lift the items out of the box and lay them out on the counter in front of her.
“What the fuck?” she mumbles under her breath.
“Lingerie.”
“Why the hell would someone send me this?” she asks, her voice shaking slightly.
“Old boyfriend?” I ask her. She shakes her head.
“They wouldn’t send this.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. They wouldn’t do this,” she tells me once more. I grab the shit off the counter and stuff it back into the box before walking over and throwing it in the trash.
“I’ll take it out in the mornin’.”
“I don’t get it,” she says, looking at me.
“I don’t either. Someone is just fuckin’ with you.”
“No one knows where I live, Ridge.”
“Except one,” I remind her.
“Gabe. You think he would do this?” she asks, but I don’t know. I don’t know enough about the guy to know what he would and wouldn’t do. Is it possible? Of course, it is. There are some sick fuckers out in the world.
“I don’t know, Olson. Do you?” She shakes her head, running her hand through her hair.
“He never has before, but he’s never followed me home either,” she tells me.
“We’ll keep an eye out. It’s late, you should go to bed,” I tell her. I walk back to the front of the house and double-check the alarm system before following her up the stairs.
“What day does your family come in?”
