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“And it’s going to stay that way, right?”

“Yes,” I say, meaning it. I need him like I need air. I don’t think I’ll ever want anyone else the way I want him.

“Good girl,” he growls, his words awakening a pleasant, heavy warmth in my lower belly. His hand moves between us, finding my clit and making the feeling even more intense as he says, “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I cry as electricity ricochets through my entire body. “I’m yours.”

“You are,” he groans, sounding pleased with himself. “Now cum for me. Show me how I own you.”

As if on his command, my first orgasm rips through my body. It crashes over me like a rogue wave, consumes every single one of my senses. It’s pure ecstasy, and Walker continues thrusting through it. Before my climax is finished tearing through my body, he fills me up with a load of hot spend. There’s so much that I feel it dripping from my pussy before Walker even pulls out.

“You did so good, baby,” he says, kissing my forehead before climbing off of me.

I giggle as he pulls me into his chest, engulfing me in a strong, protective embrace. I melt into him, feeling more satisfied than I ever thought possible.

Before I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but wonder... why me? Maybe he only wants me because I’m the first woman he’s interacted with since he got out of prison. When my breathing finally evens out, my dreams are ridden with anxiety that our proximity is the only reason Walker slept with me.

Chapter 5

Walker

I wake up before Bella, my internal clock still on the schedule I maintained for the fifteen years I was behind bars. Careful not to disturb her sleep, I get out of bed and get dressed. Then I make my way to her kitchen to get a pot of coffee started.

When she comes into the room, she’s already dressed and ready for work. I offer her a steaming mug and pull her in for a kiss, reveling in how her body melts into mine. She takes the coffee, drinking only a few sips before passing it back to me and telling me she has to be at work. As she’s walking out the door, she suggests I get a cell phone of my own when I get done with my first day on the job.

Unsurprisingly, I worry about Bella the entire time I’m at the shop. Thank God my new boss is having me shadow him on fixes I already know how to perform.

At the end of the day, I head to the nearest wireless provider and throw down a pretty penny on a device of my own. Before I leave, a rack of tracking devices catches my eye. The sales associate tells me they’re typically attached to keychains, but I have a better idea of how I can put it to use.

I arrive back at Bella’s place before her, which makes me anxious. It’s well past dinner time, and there’s no way her schedule keeps her out of the house for this long.

I pace the living room, feeling insane. What if she got in a car accident on the way back home? What if her dad showed up? What if some other low life attacked her?

As soon as she gets here, I have to put this tracker in her car. That might not be enough, though. Her dad isn’t likely to steal her vehicle if he shows up. Maybe there’s a way I can track her with her cell phone – there has to be.

I throw myself onto the couch and frantically search the internet for ways to enable location sharing. Then, once I’m confident I’ll be able to do it, I start brainstorming ways to get her phone into my hands. By the time I have a solid plan, I hear her pull into the driveway, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I head out the door to greet her.

“Oh, thanks,” Bella says when I yank open the driver’s side door.

“Do you usually work this late?” I ask, not bothering with niceties. I was worried about her, and I need answers.

“No, not really,” she says, reaching into the floorboards of the passenger’s seat to get her bag. As she does so, I snatch the tracker out of my pocket and toss it in her side door. “That client I helped yesterday needed more help again today. I think everything’s going to be okay, though.”

“That’s good,” I reply, stepping back to let her out of the car. “I got a phone.”

“Oh, you’ll have to put your number in my contacts list,” she says as she walks up to the house.

“I’ll need Josh’s number, too,” I say, following closely behind her and scanning the area for any threats while she crosses the threshold.

“Oh, you’re right,” she mutters, fishing her phone out of her bag and unlocking it before handing it over. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

I can’t believe how easy that was. I didn’t even have to ask.

“I’ll be in here,” I reply, staring down at the device.

True to my word, I get my best friend’s phone number first. Then I add myself to her contacts list. After that, I navigate into her settings and set up location sharing. I confirm that she can’t tell what I’ve just done before locking her phone and setting it on the coffee table. By the time she comes back into the room, I’ve got a movie playing on the TV while I casually scroll through my phone.

“There’s stuff for tacos,” Bella says as she grabs her device from the table, her wet hair falling around her face. A water droplet crawls down her forehead. “I’ll get them started in a minute. I just want to decompress after the day I’ve had.”

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