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“No. Nothing like that. She’s an obsessed fan who wouldn’t agree to leave without seeing him.”

Britney’s gaze shot back out the window. “Is she dangerous?”

Emerson shook her head even though Britney wasn’t paying attention. “I don’t think so. Just a little mentally unstable.”

Britney turned to her, a smirk in place. “In my world, we call that dangerous.”

She probably wasn’t wrong. Emerson’s hands still hadn’t stopped shaking since Holly had creepily told her she didn’t deserve Oz.

The cops arrived before Oz did. Emerson was surprised to hear their sirens blaring and see the flashing lights as they came into view. But not more so than Holly, who screamed something into the phone before throwing it to the ground, where it skidded across the pavement.

Emerson waited until the police had gotten out of their cruiser and had Holly detained before stepping back outside.

“You the owner?” One of the officers stepped over to her while the other talked with Holly.

“Yes. Emerson Kelly.”

He scribbled something in his notebook. “You called in a disturbance complaint. You want to tell me about it?”

Before she could answer, Emerson saw Oz’s Escalade pull into the parking lot. “One minute. Please.”

As soon as Oz stepped out, she rushed to him, throwing her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek to his chest. “I’m happy you’re here.”

His strong arms came around her.

A loud screech drew Emerson’s attention. Holly’s arms were flailing, pointing at Oz, but she could only catch a word here and there of what the woman was saying to the officer and none of it made sense. She shivered. “Not going to lie, she freaked me out.”

His arms pulled her tighter. “I know, baby.” Oz gave her one last squeeze. “Come on, let’s get this sorted.” Keeping an arm around her, they made their way over to the policeman Emerson had been talking with.

“Mr. Olson.” The cop dipped his head in greeting before turning back to Emerson. “You want to tell me what’s been going on.”

Both Emerson and then Oz filled the cop in, starting with the first time they’d interacted with Holly.

“You understand there’s not much we can do until she commits a crime.” The officer turned to Emerson. “You have every right to refuse her service and to call us again if she refuses to leave the premises. We can give her a warning.” He shrugged, basically saying there wasn’t anything else he could do at that point. “I suggest you get a restraining order, that way if she does come back, we’ll have cause to take a more aggressive action.”

“Thank you, officer.” Oz held out his hand.

“Well, that wasn’t much help,” Emerson griped as she watched the cop walk over to his partner.

“I knew there wouldn’t be much they could do, but I wanted them to deal with Holly. Maybe scare her enough to keep her away. I’m hoping this will be the last we see of her.”

Emerson hoped so too, but her gut told her, it wouldn’t be.

Callused hands trailed up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Thumbs parted her sex, stroking through the wetness. Emerson moaned, her hips raising from the bed, begging for more of Oz’s touch. She was rewarded when his lips found her.

Hands fisting the blankets, her leg muscles tightened and her nipples pebbled as the ache in her sex grew. She tipped her head back, panting.

So close. She was so close.

Fingers entered her and she gasped as he stroked in and out, bringing her closer. His tongue flicked over her clit and that was her undoing. Breath held, her eyes slammed shut so all she saw was darkness and stars exploding as waves of sensation shook her.

She collapsed to the bed, inhaling a deep breath.

Oz came over her, his face mere inches from her own. “I can watch you come over and over again. But you know what I love even more?”

Through the darkness, she stared into his eyes and shook her head.

“How you taste when you come.”

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