Page 42 of Sexting the Silverfox

I convince myself that isn’t the case. Anton isn’t stupid. He’s better at hiding than I ever was, especially in hostile territory. I shake the terrifying thoughts away and run up the stairs. God, I hope Jason doesn’t hate me for this. I guess I’m going to find out soon enough.

A couple of minutes later, I stand in front of his penthouse door, listening to the silence. I’m alone in the hallway, a stark white light coming down from the ceiling fixture just above my head. I am cold. I am scared and exhausted. I feel exposed. Yet, I somehow find the courage to knock.

It takes a while, but not as long as I’d expected, for Jason to open the door.

“Hey,” I whisper, shaking like a leaf as the adrenaline leaves my body. I’m cold. So cold.

He looks exhausted and grim. “Audrey …” His gaze softens when he recognizes me. His eyes are tired and bloodshot. He wasn’t sleeping. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m so sorry; I didn’t know where else to go …”

Tears begin to stream down my cheeks, and I let it all out. I can’t keep anything in me anymore. Tonight has been a fucking nightmare. Instinctively, Jason pulls me into his apartment and his arms, holding me tight as he shuts the door behind me.

I bawl like a little girl, my face hidden in his grey t-shirt, as he keeps me locked in his embrace. His heart thuds against my ear, and I listen to that drum beat, allowing it to soothe me. He doesn’t say a word; he simply holds me and hears me out. I tell him about Yuri and Andrei, about what happened, and how I made it here.

“They didn’t follow me, I swear,” I whimper softly. “And I circled the block to make sure nobody saw me come in, either. I’m so sorry, Jason. I just … I had nowhere else to go.”

“It’s okay,” he says, his voice low and warm. “I’ve got top-notch security on this building and armed bouncers on the ground floor. All of them are ex-Army buddies of mine. No one’s going to make it up here without my say-so.”

“My God, Jason, I brought the Bratva into your life. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I know,” he replies, gently cupping my cheek with his hand. “I’ve been thinking a lot. I couldn’t sleep, Audrey. I felt bad about how I reacted earlier.”

“You had every right to walk away.”

He shakes his head. “No, baby. A man doesn’t abandon the woman he loves.” He pauses, waiting for the words to hit me. The gong bell rings in the back of my head, my gaze locked on his, my whole body softening in his embrace. “That’s a fact, Audrey. I love you. And while I don’t yet know how we’re going to handle all of this, one thing is for certain—you showing up here in the middle of the night is my sign from God. I’m not letting you leave ever again, and I’m never turning my back on you, either. Forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” I mumble, and he kisses me. Deeply, lovingly, pouring all of his soul into the joining of our lips, tongues meeting. “I love you, too.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Jason says. “But until then, we need to get you warmed up.”

Careful not to wake Lily or Rita, we cross the penthouse and go into his ensuite bathroom. He helps me out of my pajamas and turns on the hot water. I reach for the brush to handle my messy hair, but Jason takes it away. “I’ll do it. Get in the shower,” he commands me.

Half-smiling, blushing like a peony, I take a couple of steps forward until the hot water stream covers my body. I welcome the heat and steam relaxing every muscle, my bones almost melting in the process. Jason patiently combs my hair until it’s smooth and shiny again, then takes his clothes off and joins me in the shower.

“I’m going to take care of you tonight, baby,” he says. “And tomorrow, we’ll have breakfast and discuss our options. Okay?”

“Okay. I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I get it. It may not have seemed that way earlier in the tearoom, but I get it, Audrey. We all have skeletons in our closet. Some are worse than others. For a long time, I thought my past with Ramona was a heavy burden, but realizing where you come from, after having learned more about Grigori Fedorov and the New York Bratva, I have to say … I’m amazed you managed to get out and live for yourself at all. I’m in awe of you.”

I stare at him, liquid sunshine flowing through my veins as I listen to his voice as I let him cover me with lavender-scented lather, gently cleansing me from top to bottom. His hands linger on my breasts for a while, but I don’t mind, even though they’re full and tender. He gently squeezes them, pinching the nipples between his fingers until they’re hard and plump, naughtily perking up at his touch.

“Jason,” I whisper, tilting my head back as he nudges me back under the hot water.

“Hold on, I’m not done yet,” he replies, his gaze darkened with desire as his hand slips down and slides between my legs, fingers eagerly teasing my wet folds. “Oh, honey, you’re already wet and ready for me.”

“I’m always wet and ready for you,” I moan as his finger circles my swollen clit, sending electrifying sensations through my limbs and up my spine. “Don’t stop.”

“I had no intention of stopping.”

I hold on to his broad, muscular shoulders, watching the water droplets roll down his smooth skin as he works my pussy into an aching frenzy. We stand close together, my gaze wandering downward to find his cock hard and twitching to be buried inside me. Quietly, I let my hand do the same as his and gently stroke my man, slowly and steadily at first, to match his rhythm.

But he soon has me close to the edge, two fingers testing my entrance while the bottom of his palm is pressed against my clit. I move my hand up and down, squeezing at the base and softening my grip at the top, then reversing the movement as a droplet of precum gathers on his tip. I lick my lips, eager to taste it, but a crumbling orgasm rushes through, interrupting my plan.

“Oh, Jason!” I cry out as he finger-fucks me off the edge of the world, my pussy rippling under the shower’s hot stream. I hold on for dear life, my nerves flaring, my hips grinding in a rocking motion as he squeezes every drop out of me. “I need you inside me right now.”

“Right now?” he mutters in my ear, nibbling on the lobe.

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