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I check on Jax who is very soundly asleep and decide to crawl into his twin bed with him. Pulling him against me, listening to the rhythm of his tiny breaths, I hold him close. I almost want to call Ethan to come back. But that’s silly. Instead, I let my mind drift back to all the memories of the day. The moments fly around like lightning bugs and I try to jar them, to keep them and stare at them and decide how I feel about them. I’m not sure, entirely. But I do know they’re pretty to look at.

Chapter 18

Ethan

Ilay in bed staring at the cold ceiling and I am pissed.

Someone is threatening Izzy. And her son. I spent the entire day with them, partaking in fair food and getting the kid’s face painted and doing everything I could think of to distract myself. Because if hadn’t put some space between me and her house, I would have ripped every door down within a ten mile radius looking for the creep.

Just to show everyone around that Izzy Sloane is mine.

I have to admit that I was surprised when I got there last night and she’d sent Jax to a friend’s house. I was not however upset about it. Because in that moment, I wanted to hold and comfort Izzy. She was afraid and alone and I never want to see that look on her face again. I want her to know that when I am there, she is safe. No one will fuck with her. In the end, I’d fucked her just to drive that point home. I wanted her to smell like me, to say my name, to wear my name on her face so everyone she passes on the street knows. Don’t fuck with this woman.

I think I did a good job of that. As I lay in bed, my head racing with the headache of possibilities, my mind wanders back to last night. Her perfectly curved body, soft and silver in the moonlight. Her sweet pouting lips that tasted like bourbon andcherries. I’ve been with a handful of women. Not a ton but enough for comparison. And Izzy is by far the sweetest woman I’ve ever tasted.

Maybe because I was never supposed to taste her…

But fuck that and fuck anyone who thinks otherwise. My dick is pounding under the sheet and I throw it off of me. I showered when I got home, half because I was sticky just from the contact of carrying Jax into the house and half because I needed to burn my raw nerves to an oblivion with hot water. Numb everything in me. But now, as I lay in bed, I am not numb. Anything but.

I am on fire, and the flames are all in my crotch.

I grab myself firmly in my hands and squeeze. But fuck me it’s nothing compared to the sweet memory of her tight pussy. It was tight like she’d kept it a secret. Even after having the kid, she still feels like the first time I fucked her. Maybe better. She’s more of a woman now. And that turns me on more than anything.

I pump my hand up and down my shaft, thinking of that body.

I never understood the obsession men have with super model girls. My mouth twitches in a smile as I think of her writing the article that sent her career to the grave. Sassy little thing. But she’s not so sassy when I’ve got her by the hair. When I’m deep inside her. The way she pants and whimpers, moans and flushes.

“Fuck…” I let out as I come way faster than I expect to. Damn if this woman doesn’t keep me youthful. And damn if she isn’t going to kill me at the same time.

I make my way into the office the next afternoon. I know as soon as I pass Rose’s desk, the look on her face is one of worry, that Liam is probably wondering where the fuck I am. He can eat a dick. I still get my job done, in office or not. I didn’t trainthe writers I oversee to need me available every moment of the workweek. I taught them to be self-sufficient. I don’t baby them and they don’t need it. Liam isn’t a fan of my tactic though. It’s not that he wants to be involved with the whole process of what makes NBT what it is. He just wants to control it. I doubt the man has written a paragraph in five years. Even the fake five star reviews of our magazine he pays someone else to write. Probably Rose.

Speaking of Rose and the things she does for us that weren’t part of the job description but she’s willing to do anyways–

“Hey.” I come to a halt in front of her desk and she jumps a little, her fingers still on her keyboard. Slowly her eyes drag up. “Do you think you could do me a favor?”

“Anything,” she stutters. “I mean yes. Yes, Mr. Savage, sir.”

Jesus fucking Christ…

“It’s Ethan, remember? So…Liam has me…watching over her daughter so to speak.”

“Izzy,” she recites and I nod.

“Yes. And as of recently…” I look around to see if anyone else is listening but the coast looks clear. Still, I bend over her desk and lower my voice. “It seems someone is messing with her.”

Rose swallows hard. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was sweating. This woman seems to have a thing for any man who tells her what to do. Poor thing needs to get laid. I shove the image from my mind. Rose is alright but…no.

“What makes you say that?” She asks.

“Because someone tried to break into her house. Broke a window even.”

“Do you…do you know who?” She asks. The woman is practically melting at the proximity. It’s almost amusing.

“Nope.” I slap my hand on the desk, making her jump again and then I stand up straight. “But I want you to help me figure it out.”

Rose nearly knocks over her water bottle and struggles to steady it, all while staring up at me. “Me?”

“Yes.”

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