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“I’m sorry,” I say again, as the adrenaline dissipates and the last hour’s events finally hit me.
“It’s okay as long as you’re safe,” he tells me, pulling me towards the door. I notice there’s a slumped bodyguard on the floor as well.
“Wait,” I say. I head toward Vierra’s phone and attach the tracking device.
“Almost forgot about that,” Dustin whispers.
After we’re done setting up the device, he leads me out of the hotel.
“How did you find me?” I ask him.
“Sam. Thankfully, your phone was turned on this time. But he told me specifically that he’ll murder me if I lose you again.”
We head into the limo and begin driving back to our hotel. I place my head on his chest, and he continues running his hand through my hair.
“Why aren’t you yelling at me?” I ask
“Because I’m still fucking terrified,” he states.
I smile softly before lifting my head to look him in the eye. He doesn’t waste a second before bringing his lips to mine. His mouth moves over mine. The kiss is desperate, like he’s seeking reassurance. He tangles a hand in my hair as his tongue makes me feel magical things and drives me wild. He sweeps my hair to the side to expose my throat. I climb into his lap as he continues kissing me. He buries his face in my exposed cleavage, and suddenly the dress I love so much becomes an annoyance.
Dustin must feel my frustration because he chuckles. Then he reaches down and pulls my dress up to my waist. I’m wearing a black thong, and I watch as his eyes darken with lust. His hands shove aside my thong, and he thrusts two of his fingers inside me. Air whistles between my teeth as I inhale sharply.
He withdraws and uses his wet fingers to lightly circle my clit. My entire body strains and clenches, screaming for more. His fingers draw my thong tight, the fabric cutting into my swollen lips. Then he suddenly slams three fingers in.The sensation becomes too much, and I come immediately, breathing heavily.
I rest my head against his chest, sated and utterly calm.
“You’re safe now,” he says softly.
We don’t speak until we get back to our hotel room. My clothes come off as soon as we get there, and I head into the shower. Dustin joins me there, and two orgasms later, we finally collapse onto our bed. I’m not in the least bit sleepy, and neither is Dustin.
“Okay, I think now’s a great time to talk about what you did tonight,” he starts.
I raise my head from his chest and look at him.
“In my defense….” I start, then stop because I’ve got nothing to say.
“I’m listening,” he prompts with a smile. At least he doesn’t seem angry now.
“I’ve got nothing. I fucked up. I should never have gone after Vierra on my own.”
“No, you shouldn’t. It was dumb and dangerous.”
“You just didn’t seem to have a plan, and I knew I could get him alone easily. Plus, you seemed busy with those two girls,” I state, feeling my cheeks turn red.
“Let me get this straight. You got jealous and decided that putting yourself in harm’s way was the next logical step?”
“No?” I say in question. “I won’t do it again,” I assure him.
“No, you won’t,” Dustin says firmly. “Now that that’s settled. We have other things to discuss.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“What?” I ask warily.
“Tonight, I almost lost my mind when you went missing - again. I kept thinking about all the things left unsaid between us. I realized how much it would break me if something happened to you.”
He swallows before continuing.
