Page 63 of SEAL Summer Escape

“How much have you had to drink?”she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

“A couple of beers.Plus some vodka.It was only like half of the bottle though.Come to bed with me, baby.I need you.Give me what I want, and I’ll give you the videos tomorrow.”

Shuddering as Eric’s fingers wrapped around her upper arm, she moved with him onto her bed.He stripped off his shirt, swaying slightly again.She didn’t think he’d actually hurt her, but he’d changed so much from the guy she’d once fallen for, she wasn’t sure about anything anymore.If she could just convince him to talk for a while, maybe he’d pass out and she’d be okay.

She could lie there in bed until she was sure he was out cold.

Pray he was too inebriated to force her.

Then sneak out when he was unaware, calling the police from outside.

“Come lie down with me, Eric,” she said, her voice shaking.“I want you to hold me first.Please?Then I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I am a little woozy,” he said, struggling to crawl toward her.Finally, he collapsed at her side and wrapped his large body around her, his chest to her back.

She’d have to burn her sheets after this.

This morning they’d smelled of Mason.Of their lovemaking the night before.

And now they were tainted with her ex.

Nervously, her eyes tracked around her bedroom, wondering where the camera was.He’d had a close-up video of her, but was the camera zoomed in?Had they been watching the mirror image of it?

Maybe it was on the other side of the bed.

The weight of Eric’s arms around her chest and waist felt like a vice.His entire body surrounded her.Held her.She squirmed against him, trying to edge away, and he tightened his grip.“Don’t forget I have cameras in here, baby.I’ll know if you leave.I’ll come find you.Let’s just rest for a few minutes, and then you can strip for me.Let me fuck you a couple of times.”His words slurred more, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Biting her lip to hold back her tears, Taylor lay stiffly in bed with Eric.She counted to one hundred.Two hundred.

Eric’s soft snore finally filled the room, and she shakily released her breath.

It felt like an eternity had passed, but it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes.

After several attempts, she lifted his heavy arm off of her, feeling it fall away.He didn’t move.Didn’t alter his breathing.Didn’t say a word.

Inching toward the edge of the bed, so as not to shake it, she finally slid off, crawling across the floor barefoot in her jeans and tee shirt.She didn’t think he’d wake up and see her, but why take any chances?She paused halfway across the room, listening for any movement.Afraid to look back.

Finally, she stood when she reached the hallway, ready to run for her purse and call 911.

A loud knock at the front door sent her leaping back in fright.

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