Page 41 of Stuck with My Billionaire Protector

As the business day comes to a close, we bid farewell to Lucas and Detective Ashford. We all agreed to stay in touch and share information. Just before taking his departure, Lucas hands me back my phone and laptop and lets me know he’ll have real-time access to all incoming threats. I don’t relish having my privacy invaded, but I’m glad he’s on the case. I also take comfort in knowing that it will be over soon.

I collapse into one of the chairs across from Dylan’s desk and let out a long, low sigh.

“It’s been one hell of a day, huh?” he asks.

“You can say that again. Busy all day and not one iota of work accomplished,” I reply.

“The work will still be here tomorrow. The important thing is we’ve got a plan and valuable allies on our side. What do you say we head home a little early, open up a bottle of wine, and relax in the hot tub?”

“That sounds like heaven. I am in!” I exclaim as my phone buzzes with another text.

YOUR BOYFRIEND CAN’T PROTECT YOU FOREVER BITCH!! SOONER OR LATER YOU’LL BE ALONE AND I’LL BE WAITING…

Dylan grabs the phone from my hand. There is a look of absolute fury on his face.

I place a comforting hand on his arm. “Dylan, it’s okay. Lucas is on the case, and we almost need the messages to continue to help him track down the culprit. Come on, let’s head home.”

Chapter 25

Dylan

IlistentoJocelyn’scalm rationality, and we head home as planned. We even open the wine and get in the hot tub which leads to us getting in bed. Finally, we make our way to the kitchen for some leftover Chinese food and then back to bed we go. Jocelyn is now sleeping peacefully next to me. However, I’m unable to relax, let alone sleep.

The words keep repeating in my head, like a mantra,your boyfriend can’t protect you forever.The fuck I can’t! This individual clearly does not know me at all. I’m more determined now than ever to keep Jocelyn safe. No one and I meanno one, threatens my woman and gets away with it.

I head into my study, hoping to get some work done since I’m not sleeping anyway, but I can’t focus on work. I just can’t get those threats out of my head. I decide to start going back over every possible incident of sabotage, even the ones that seemed minor or coincidental at the time. I have a lot more information now so maybe something will click.

I start poring over emails and making notes on my computer. The next morning, Jocelyn finds me with my head down, fast asleep at my desk. I wake up with a start, jolted from my slumber by the sound of the office door creaking open. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I lift my head and find Jocelyn standing in the doorway with two cups of coffee in her hands. Her eyes are filled with concern.

“Dylan,” she says softly, her voice a mixture of worry and tenderness. “You fell asleep here? You’ve been working all night.”

I rub my eyes and stretch, feeling the stiffness in my muscles. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to keep digging. I guess I must have dozed off.” I glance at the clock on the wall and realize that several hours have passed since I closed my eyes. “How long have you been up?”

“Just long enough to brew a pot of coffee. I figured you were going to need this.” She hands me one of the cups. “Have you found anything?”

“Nothing concrete, but I can’t shake the feeling that I was on to something before I fell asleep and now I’ve lost it.”

“Maybe you should take a break and think about something else. The mind has a way of making connections when we’re least expecting it.” She takes a sip from her cup and then sets it on the table. She walks behind me and begins rubbing my neck and shoulders. Her fingers dig into my tight muscles with every move she makes.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed having someone rub my back,” I say as I lean my head against her shoulder.

“You miss having a massage therapist work on you?” she asks while continuing to knead my muscles.

“That’s not what I meant.” I look over my shoulder at her. “I mean you, helping me relax like this.”

She continues massaging my neck and shoulders. I can feel the tension seeping out of my body. “So, what are your plans for today?”

“I think I’ll skip my usual run. I’ll just take a shower and head into the office.”

“But Dylan, it’s Saturday. Are you really going to go to work?” Her hands travel from my neck and begin roaming over my chest. Now, she’s kissing my neck.

My cock starts to respond instantly. My heart rate quickens and the blood pumps harder through my veins. “I forgot what day it was. Maybe I’ll work from home then. Or maybe I won’t work at all…” I turn around in my swivel chair and pull her into my lap.

Her lips are on mine and our tongues entwine. There is nothing more sensual than kissing her. The heat between our bodies is palpable. I reach down and untie her robe, letting it fall to the floor. Her tits bounce free as I push my hands under them and squeeze.

I pick her up and set her on the desk. I then kneel before her, pulling her legs apart with my arms. Her pussy is already dripping wet.

I slide my tongue across her clit, teasing her with my movements. As soon as I feel her tighten her legs around my head, I dive in and feast on her sweet nectar.

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