Page 50 of Beyond the Spotlight Discreet Version
“He blended in with the other parents at school. He wasn’t doing anything suspicious.”
“Then they should have seen him following you at the Brooklyn Bridge.”
Savannah was furious when I said I would fire them for this reason. It was really cute the way her face turned red, and she clenched her fists at her side. How her nostrils flared with every heated word she flung my way.
She sighs, puts the last plate on the table, and walks back to the kitchen where I stand. I plant my hands on the kitchen island, furious. The fact that Lana’s bodyguards didn’t notice him either... what if he had attacked?
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to have three or four people following me and Addy around?” I inhale her sweet scent. I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around her. Stand here and hold her until our legs give out, but she’s been distant ever since the morning she woke up in my arms. “Don’t you think that will just point a target on our backs? Sarah and Henry are good at keeping a low profile because it’s just them. But four people? It’ll be too obvious.”
That’s why the extra bodyguards I hire will stay discreet. She’ll never know they’re there, only stepping in when needed. I’d already considered hiring the hidden security but decided against it. I didn’t want to potentially scare Savannah or have her think she was in danger. Now I have a reason.
I feel helpless. I fear this happening all the time while I’m away on set.
I shouldn’t have gone back so soon.
“Hey,” she whispers and skims her palm up my arm and shoulder to rest against my neck. I stand up straight, allowing her to move in front of me. My hands fall to her hips, and I tug her against my body. “This isn’t your fault, Reynold.”
She latches her hands at my nape.
“We’ll lie low for a while, okay? I’ll take Addy to school, pick her up, and come back home. That’s it. Just to be safe.”
Before I can respond, she kisses me. My entire body relaxes.
She’s kissing me?
I don’t even care why she changed her mind. I take advantage of this gift she’s given me and stroke my tongue over hers. She sighs into my mouth as I massage her lips with mine. My palms explore her backside, up and down and over her round arse. I squeeze the plump cheeks and grind my quickly hardening dick into her stomach.
She threads her fingers in my hair and when I squeeze her ass again, she responds with a gentle tug. The quiet sounds she’s making, her soft moans and breathy whimpers, have me wanting to fuck her right here on the counter.
I pause the kiss and lean back. “Why?”
“Either I answer, or we keep kissing because at any moment someone could walk—”
I crash my mouth against hers, understanding the urgency in this private moment. Adeline is in her room watching the telly, and our dinner guests will arrive soon.
I lift her off the floor, and she yelps as I set her on the island’s countertop, making her taller than me. Her legs wrap around me, and her fingers return to my hair.
I move my hands underneath her shirt to the small of her back, sliding a palm up her spine until I find her bra. She shakes her head, telling me not to unclasp it. I smile against her mouth, nipping the bottom lip at the same time I snap the band against her skin.
She groans at the pleasure infused pain, squeezing her legs around my body, letting me know how much she liked that. Before I can shove everything off the island’s countertop and devour her, the elevator dings, announcing our guests.
Savannah slowly ends her kisses and pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against mine.
“Not worried about being caught?” I ask.
She smiles and palms my cheek. I close my eyes at her touch, remembering how wonderful it is to connect with someone so intimately.
“Not anymore, Reynold.”
The loud voices and laughter of Mylan, Lana, Eloise, and Kelly enter the apartment the moment the elevator doors slide open. Savannah anchors her hands on my shoulders to inch off the counter, her body sliding down mine in the most delectable way.
I take her chin between my finger and thumb.
“Tomorrow is going to be a long day at work, but Sunday I’m off.” I give her a soft kiss. “Sunday you’re mine.”
I step away from her just as our friends enter the kitchen. Mylan leads the pack, holding a leash. His golden retriever, Banana, trots beside him. He pauses at our disheveled looks. Savannah is flushed, her clothing wrinkled and in need of adjusting. My reflection in the appliances shows my hair sticking up on all ends.
Lana, Eloise, and Kelly pool around Mylan and Banana, mouths gaping as they watch us recover from that heated moment.
