Page 28 of My Silver Fox Savior

Vivian looks at her daughter in shock, probably at her sharp tone. “I knowthat. I was speaking metaphorically.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Are you sure about this?” I say.

“Absolutely,” Vivian says. “Aren’t we, Lily?”

“Yeah …”

I look at Lily again. Fuck. She’s biting her lip just like she did in the car earlier. Except, earlier, she wasn’t wearing a tank top that showed those perfect tits. I feel my dick getting hard, my tip pushing against my jeans. Logically, I need to chill, but logic can go to hell.

I don’t sleep, just lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Now and then, I’ll stand up and check all the windows, then return to bed. There isn’t any sign of Damon or any of his wannabe thug buddies, but I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I left and something happened.

But what about tomorrow? What about the day after? I can’t stay here forever. In my case, even if I wanted to, my time is ticking.

I sit up, almost grabbing my pistol, when I hear the floorboards creak, but it’s Lily. The streetlights come through the window, resting on the outline of her body. She creeps into the kitchen, probably thinking I’m asleep.

She hasn’t noticed me. I watch her over the divider which separates the living room area from the kitchen. She pours a glass of water and stands there drinking it, the light dappling her tits now. When she sighs, her tits sway for me.Fuck. I can feel my dick twitching as I stare at her.

When she sees me sitting up, she gasps.

“Sorry,” I say quickly. “I should’ve announced myself.”

She places her glass down and walks around the kitchen divider. “No, my bad,” she says quietly. “I’m the one who was sneaking around.”

For a crazy second, I thought she walked out here because she wanted to be closer to me. When she lowers her voice, I know it’s because she doesn’t want to disturb her mom.

“It’s fine,” I say, lowering my voice.

“What happened?” she says. “Why do you suddenly think he’s going to target us again? Tonight? I backed off.”

I run my hand through my hair. “I went to The Bear,” I say with a sigh. “I had a run-in with Damon, the prick. It seems he thinks there’s a connection between you and me.”

“What sort of connection?”

“I got pissed when I heard he threatened you. He thinks it means something. He made some comments about maybe coming by. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“He thinks you care about me?” she asks, walking closer.

She can’t have any clue how profound her effect is on me. It’s like my balls are completely flooded with need, my shaft getting so hard, the come feeling hot as it rushes up my length. Her body is like a goddamn feast, and all just for me.

“I guess so,” I grunt. “He saw the photo of us when you were a kid—that Good Samaritan crap.”

“You don’t like those articles?” she says, moving closer.

She’s almost standing within touching distance now. It’s because she doesn’t want to wake Vivian, but that doesn’t change the fact I can smell her. I can see every blemish on her skin. I can see every gorgeous ripple on her thick thighs.

“No,” I growl. “I did them for my old man. My dad was starting a real estate business abroad with some high-value clients. I guess they enjoyed hearing about his hero American son. I always hated that crap, but Dad was good to me all my life, so what could I say?”

She moves closer again, actually within touching distance now. “Carter thinks you did it because you wanted to make yourself look good.”

“Ah, so he saw me, then.”

“You didn’t mention that you know him …”

I shrug. “It was a long time ago.”

“He told me to ask you about the apple tree.”

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