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He drops us off at an expensive-looking restaurant, promising to be waiting to take us to our next destination when we are done eating. And when we emerge an hour later, there he is, the black SUV idling at the curb as though the valet attendants are not glaring daggers at it.

We climb back into the backseat, and a few minutes later we pull up in front of a lavish nightclub, bright neon lights and heavy bass blaring through the tinted windows. When we climb out of the car, a bouncer comes over to collect us, ushering Viv and me directly through the door to the chorus of annoyed patrons waiting in the long line outside.

Viv and I both grin like idiots when the bouncer leads us to a roped-off booth. When a server dressed just as scantily as the cocktail waitresses at the Fox Hole comes by, we order a vodka soda each.

Once we have our drinks, we clink them together, and Viv calls out the toast we used throughout college, making us both fall into a fit of laughter.

“To staying positive and testing negative!”

We down our drinks in record time, then rush out to the dance floor.

Chapter 21

Kolson

Threeyears.Mysirenhas only grown in both beauty and ambition. I am so proud of her for following her dreams and quitting that job she hated. Her strength astounds me, and I can’t wait to have her in my arms again.

Until then, she is under my protection. And this trip to Mexico is no exception. When she purchased the airline tickets, I booked my own. It’s worth the week away from Abbra, the company I co-founded with Ryan. He understands that I have priorities outside of the business, and the company doesn’t need us every moment anymore.

So I’m here, watching. Making sure my girl wants for nothing. And as I sit in a dark booth in this club, watching her and Viv dance and have the time of their lives on my dime, I am happier than I’ve been in a long time. Nothing compares to being this close to her, and the dress I chose for her, the way it hugs her perfect curves, is making my mouth water and my cock harden in my suit pants.

Her body has changed, too, but only in the best ways. Her legs are more toned, no doubt from dancing every day over the past couple of years, and her hair is longer, reaching her waist. I long to wrap it around my fist.

Once she’s mine, I’ll claim her in every way. She’ll come on my fingers, my tongue, my cock, then she will agree to become my wife. I’ll carve my name into her perfect skin if that’s what it takes to show her she can’t escape me. Soon, she’ll know who her secret admirer, her protector, her everything, is.

But it’s not time yet.

I finally feel worthy. I’m a successful man now. The investment I made with my financial advisor, Rick, over three years ago paid off, and we became multi-millionaires overnight. By then, I had completed my coding bootcamp, and Ryan and I were in the initial stages of setting up Abbra Analytics. We were sitting at his dining room table, poring over options to secure the funding we would need to get started, when I got the call.

With me as CEO and Ryan as my CFO, and our funding secured, we got to work, and over the next two years, we grew Abbra to a multinational corporation. The only thing missing from my life now isher, my siren.

Just a few more months. One last loose end.

Chapter 22

Abby

Lastnightwasourfavorite night of the entire trip. We had so much fun dancing and just letting loose together. The feeling of being watched was back, but it felt different. Like I was being protected instead of spied on. It certainly didn’t hurt that our entire night was taken care of—our clothes, dinner, drinks—and at one o’clock, the club’s manager collected us from the dance floor and escorted us out the back door to our waiting SUV. There was even aspirin and Gatorade on our nightstands when we got back.

I’m not saying that having a stalker is something I would choose, but since I have one, I’m glad he’s the caring, protective type. This week made me wonder what else he’s had a hand in throughout the last few years. And when he started watching me. Was he the reason Kolson left me, too?

Forcing myself out of bed, I go straight to the shower. After the failed attempt at sex with Rett, I’ve been wound tight. Even dancing for hours last night didn’t help relieve the tension I feel, so when I head to the shower, I reach into a zippered pocket inside my suitcase and grab my first-ever gift from my secret admirer: the dildo.

I’m still confused by the note that accompanied this particular present. It said ‘Mineis the only dick you need tonight’. But obviously, this thick piece of rubber isn’t ‘his’ dick. So, again, confusing.

I step into the shower, enjoying the hot water for a moment before I wash and condition my hair. I spend extra time soaping my breasts, smoothing my slick hands over my hips and thighs as I think about the feeling of a man’s hands on me—always the same man.

I rinse the suds from my body, staying warm under the stream of water as my hands wander my body. A soft moan escapes my lips when my fingers graze my piercing, dipping lower to push two fingers into my wet pussy. I tease myself, rocking into my hand, until I feel the undeniable need to be filled.

Releasing my fingers, I grab my rubber companion from the tiled shower bench and attach its suction cup to the glass enclosure at the right height. Then, turning around and bending over, I rest one palm against the adjacent tile wall, using my other hand to position the sizable cock at my entrance. With both hands on the tile, I sink backward with a cry.

Slowly, I work myself back further, and once I feel the cool glass on my cheeks, I start to move. Bouncing my ass against the glass wall, I chase my climax. The small jewel peeking out from between my legs catches my eye, and I move my hand, rubbing my clit until I shatter.

With heavy breaths, I drag myself forward, cleaning my sweat-covered body again before drying off and getting ready to go. The whole time wondering why I can’t seem to think about anyone but Kolson every single time.

Once I’m ready and packed up, I roll my suitcase into the common area of the suite to find Viv leaning over the minibar, emptying the mini bottles of alcohol into her bag. Our flight home is in a few hours, and Viv and I want to take advantage of one last champagne brunch before we check out, so she’s ready with her bag packed, as well.

I let out a laugh as I watch her shove bags of nuts and chips into her carry-on. “What the hell are you doing?”

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