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He heard her moan, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, her hand clutching his ass. "What do you want, baby?" he breathed, into her ear.

"Harder."

He pumped into her harder.

"Faster ... harder ..." she panted.

He slammed into her harder, faster, until he lost all control. He heard her scream his name, then he collapsed, breathing heavily into her neck. She was going to be the death of him, but what a way to go.

A few hours later, his phone rang. He sat at his desk in his home office, finishing some work he'd gotten distracted from earlier. Last he'd checked, Alexis was in bed reading.

The phone's screen let him know Stan was calling. "What's the news?" he asked, by way of greeting.

"Got a trace on the calls being made to Ms. Taft's phone."

"And?" Jack asked impatiently.

"They're coming from various payphones, from different hotels up and down the strip." Stan cleared his throat. "The perp is a woman, but even from numerous camera angles, I can't see her face. She has it covered with a large, floppy hat, which incidentally, also covers her hair."

Jack growled into the phone. "I want to see those videos."

"I had still shots printed up. I'll bring them to your office tomorrow so you can take a look. Have Ms. Taft there, as well. I want her to look at this woman and see if anything is familiar about her."

"We'll be there, say eight tomorrow morning?"

"Sounds good."

Jack set down his phone and leaned back in his chair. It wasn't much, but at least they were a little closer to finding this person. At least now they knew it was a woman.

He got up, switched off his office light, and made his way to the bedroom. Alexis was waiting for him, a smile on her face in greeting as he climbed in bed beside her. His heart filled just looking at her. She made his life complete, and he would do whatever it took, by any means necessary, to keep her safe, so every night could end with Alexis in his arms.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Stan already waited for them, the next morning, when they entered Jack's office. Jack had briefly told Alexis last night that Stan had photos he wanted them to see. She was eager to see the person creating so much havoc in her life.

Stan sat on the couch, and a blush stained her cheeks in remembrance of what Jack and her had done on that couch less than twenty-four hours ago.

Stan set his coffee on the table and stood as they approached. He held out his hand, and Jack shook it.

"Where are the photos?" Jack asked, not even trying to sound patient.

Stan pulled a stack of photos from his briefcase and handed them to Jack. He examined each one carefully before finally looking up with a snort.

"As I said, there's no clear view of her face, and the hat hides her hair." Stan tapped them with his finger. "Maybe, Ms. Taft will see something we don't."

Jack handed Alexis the photos. The woman wore a different outfit, but the same hideous, black, floppy hat in each picture. "Something about her seems familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it." Alexis flipped through the pictures slowly, trying to figure out what about them nagged at her memory.

"Do you think you've seen this woman before?" Stan asked her.

Alexis shook her head. "I don't know." She held the photos back out to Stan.

"You keep them, they might trigger something. I have other copies."

Alexis placed them on Jack's desk and pulled her phone out of her purse to check the time. "I have to get to work."

"I'll walk you out." Jack turned to Stan. "I'll be right back."

He led her out by the small of her back. As they stepped out of the office, he shut the door behind them. He took her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips. "Call me as soon as you get to work."

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