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“I get that, sweetheart. Let’s head out of here and get back to my place.”

The door opens and CPSP shirts enter the bakery. Banner and Maxim step to the table with concerned looks. “We’re going to put surveillance on your mom. I don’t think she’s in any real danger. The stalker wanted to scare you. He’s working alone because he didn’t have current information on either of you. That’s good.” Banner pulls out a chair and continues. “Did you recognize his voice?”

Shaking my head, my hand wipes the tears. “No. I mean, it sounded somewhat familiar, but not enough for me to place it.”

He nods. “Okay. Ella wasn’t able to trace it. He used a spoofing program to get your mom’s number and hid his location. We’ll be better prepared next time.” He holds out his hand. “May I borrow your phone?”

I hesitantly hand it to Banner. He takes it, as he grabs a chair from the adjacent table and spins it around to sit on it backward. He’s a massive man sitting in a smaller chair. The image brings a smile to my lips.

“I look silly on the little chair, huh?”

My smile morphs into a huge grin and I can’t help myself but to laugh. “Yeah.”

“Keep that sense of humor.” He messes with my phone and hands me a new iPhone. “This is a temporary phone. We want to make sure he hasn’t got anything on this one.”

My head flips to Dixon who rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. “Let’s head out.”

Grace yells from the kitchen. “Wait. I put a few things in the bag so you won’t go hungry. Next time, stay and eat.”

Heads bob around our table as Dixon stands to take my hand. He tips his head to Maxim and then Banner. “Let me know what you find.”

We step outside the restaurant, and Dixon walks between me and the street, taking the almost hidden side door that leads back into the Quad. I’m so tired as we walk to the hallway that will take us to his apartment complex about five hundred feet from the street. “Is there anything you needed to do today?”

I stop walking as the last fifteen minutes bombard my senses. My jaw stiffens. “I can’t believe someone is doing this to me.”

Dixon’s arms wrap around my body in the stark white hallway with a flickering fluorescent bulb clicking above. “I will protect you.”

I look up into his sea-green eyes. His pupils take up nearly all the color in his eyes. Pure predator stares back at me, and I can’t imagine anyone getting by Dixon to get to me. “Just take me home.”

He sighs as regret flashes on his handsome face. “We’ll grab your luggage on the way.”

I lean into him. “We could just stay at your place.”

His beaming smile catches me off-guard. “Thank God.” He turns us to walk down the hallway and opens another set of white steel doors. We head out into a lobby with the elevator to our right. “How long before you need to be somewhere?”

“I don’t have to be anywhere until later this afternoon.”

Chapter 14

DIXON

My heart galloped out of my chest when Madison said to take her back to my place. My jean’s zipper has imprinted on the length of my cock. I’m so hard thinking about having Madison in my apartment all the time. I know it’s too early, but my hands itch to make her mine again. We step into my apartment and as I turn to ask her if she wants a drink, her hands are on my face, pulling it down to hers.

“I don’t want anything but you.” Her lips slam against mine as she massages my neck with her fingers.

All I can think of is getting our clothes off and getting her into my bed. I have no idea how it happened but we’re naked and standing next to my bed, as she drops to her knees.

“Oh, God.” I grab her under her arms and pull her up, setting her on the bed as I sit down next to her. “We need to wait.”

Her eyes bulge as her forehead furrows. “What?”

“We need to stop for a moment.” I blow out a breath and search for the words to slow us down. “You just had a scary situation. This is taking advantage of you.”

She turns her body to face mine. Her full, firm breasts with perky nipples catch my attention as she groans. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” She takes her hand and presses under my chin so my eyes are on hers instead of her magnificent breasts. “You said you love me.”

That phrase snaps me back to reality. “I do. You’re everything to me.”

She beams as she strokes my scruffy face. “Good. Make love to me.”

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