Page 27 of My Silver Fox Savior

She yells again. “I’m calling the cops!”

I run into the kitchen to find Mom yelling across the street as a man climbs from his car. From his height and how he moves, I can see it’s Landon. Seeing him in real life so soon after the fantasy is enough to make the two clash together. It’s like any second, he’s going to touch me, finishing the orgasm I started.

I snap out of it. “Mom, wait. That’sLandon.”

“What?” she gasps. “Landon Cross?”

“Yeah!”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

LANDON

“Thank you, Vivian,” I say as she sets my coffee on the table. It’s almost midnight, but I doubt I’ll get much sleep tonight anyway. Vivian is much healthier than when I last saw her, with a ruddiness in her cheeks that I’m happy to see.

“You’re welcome.” She smiles at me, then at Lily. “Lily, isn’t this exciting?”

“I told you. We were working together on that case.”

Vivian smiles a little manically but seems sober, just understandably shaken up. “I know, but still. Landon in our kitchen after all these years. It’s better than the last one, isn’t it?” She laughs erratically.

“You did the best you could,” I tell her.

I can feel Lily smiling at me, but I’m doing everything I can not to look at her. I saw her when I first arrived, and that was enough for me. She’s wearing PJs—a tank top and shorts, no bra.No fucking bra. I still remember her tits bouncing when she ran into the kitchen, the way my mind instantly went to an image ofsliding slickly between them, her thickness massaging my rock-hard …

“Sorry about the whole cops thing,” Vivian says shakily.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry,” I tell her. “I should’ve told you I was out there.”

“Does it have … to do with that man?” she asks with a shudder.

I nod. “Yeah, honestly. I’m probably just paranoid, but I thought being here would be better.”

Vivian shudders again. “So there’s a chance he’ll come back?”

“Like I said, I’m probably just paranoid, but I can stay here all night.”

“Really?” Vivian says eagerly.

“Mom,” Lily cuts in, making my battle not to look at her even more difficult. “We can’t ask him to do that.”

“She didn’t ask,” I say. “I offered.”

“You don’t have to do that, then,” she says with her classic Lily sass.

Finally, I turn to her. It’s a mistake because I’ve got an angle at her tempting cleavage. Fuckinghell, her tits are so perfect, round, and creamy, practically begging for me to pull down her shirt. Then, I stop the train of thought and try to derail it.

“I don’t mind,” I say. “I’ll finish my coffee and get back to my car.”

“What? Oh, no, no,” Vivian says passionately. “You can stay in here if you like. The couch has a pull-out mattress.”

“I honestly don’t mind the car,” I say.

Lily sighs, but it comes out as a breathy, lust-filled huff. Or maybe that’s just the savage part of my mind ticking away. “Seriously, you can stay on the couch,” she says. “It’s not a big deal.”

“You watched over us before, didn’t you?” Vivian says, with that same gratitude in her eyes I remember. “It’s just like old times.”

“He never spent the night before, Mom.”

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