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He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against him. “You’re fine, baby. I’m right here, and Jesse is never going to hurt you again. If anyone else tries to touch you, I’ll shoot them just like I did him.”

“You…you killed him.”

“I did. He was going to hurt you.”

“Yeah, but then I thought he was going to shoot you.”

“I’m sure he wanted to, but you saved me. You risked yourself for me.”

I nodded and pulled I’m tighter to me. “I can’t let anything happen to you either. I love you, Miles.”

“I love you too, baby. I didn’t mean to tell you like this. I wanted to say it last night, but you were so overwhelmed, and I didn’t want to push you. Then this morning the damn phone rang and—”

“Now is the perfect time.”

“Good, because I love you so fucking much.”

I started to look at Jesse, needing to see the proof that we were no longer in danger, but Miles cupped my cheek turning me back to face him. “Please don’t. I feel bad enough that I let him get to you, I don’t want you to have nightmares.”

I smiled at him. “I’m only going to see you.”

Seconds later, I heard sirens in the distance. “Oh shit. What are we going to say when the police get here?”

“The truth? I killed him to save you.”

“I didn’t even know you could shoot.”

“In my position, it’s wise to know how to protect yourself.”

“Have you killed someone before?”

“Not personally.”

“But you….”

“Do you really want to know about that? I do what’s necessary to protect the people I care about.”

The sirens screamed into the night. They were close now. “What if the police don’t believe you?”

A car pulled up, and Carter jumped out along with two other men. Miles waved his hand toward them. “Now we have witnesses.”

“But they didn’t see anything.”

Carter assessed the situation and nodded. “Yes, we did.”

Miles hugged me tighter. “Let me take care of this.”

“Okay. I would really like that.”

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MILES

By the time we got back to my penthouse, I felt like I’d been waiting to be alone with Ben for days, rather than hours. Talking to the cops, then going over everything that had happened with Ford and Carter, took forever. Worth even showed up, wanting to verify for himself that Ben and I were safe.

There was so much I wanted to say to Ben, but by the time we reached my apartment, I had too much pent-up need to do anything but pull him into my arms and kiss him until neither one of us could go a second longer without oxygen.

As he drew in ragged breaths, I held him to me, wishing I could touch him everywhere at once. “I want to do all your favorite things. I want to fucking worship you.”

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