safety triggered a sudden rage in him. In that moment, he‘d acted, not caring for himself, just knowing he had to do something to save her, to rescue her from harm.
Great, I have hero potential, but I think the more important thing here is the fact someone wanted me in the first place. Mr. Thibodeaux always insisted on absolute secrecy and guarded the grounds which included the chateaux and his lab, with a vengeance. And violently. For a moment an image flashed of one of the nighttime guards, his chin dripping with blood. As quickly as he recalled the thought, it disappeared and Anthony crinkled his brow. What an odd thing for his mind to conjure, especially given he wasn‘t prone to watching horror or gore flicks.
Back to his previous problem—who and why would anyone want to kidnap him? His project in Mr. Thibodeaux‘s lab, while exciting, was scoffed at by many in the scientific circles.
Could it be that someone other than his employer believed in and understood what he was about to accomplish? Anthony knew his research sat on a threshold that would possibly catapult him into the spotlight and worldwide recognition. If he looked at it from that angle, it made sense that someone other than his employer might want to steal that kind of knowledge and glory for themselves.
But surely, if he was in danger, Mr.
Thibodeaux would have never let him leave, especially without a guard. Or had he.
Lexie stirred against him and Anthony stroked her hair pensively. Perhaps had he spent more time out and about instead of making love to Lexie, he would have seen some familiar faces spread unobtrusively throughout the hotel, keeping an eye on Mr. Thibodeaux‘s investment.
His train of thoughts was broken by a hand that skimmed over his stomach and grabbed hold of his dick. ―You‘re thinking too loud,‖ she complained against the skin of his chest, before kissing it.
―Sorry. I was just thinking about the attack.‖
―I‘ve got something better for you to do,‖
she murmured squeezing his cock.
A few minutes later, Anthony could barely remember his own name let alone what bothered him about the attack. Thankfully, he remembered her name and he shouted it as he came inside her velvety softness.
Chapter Six
The next morning Lexie packed as Anthony showered. The night had been chaotic with her making love to Anthony and then rendering him unconscious as she dealt with the factions trying to kill and/or kidnap him. She‘d prevailed of course, but it pissed her off. I’d kind of hoped we could just fuck like wild animals all night long.
She‘d managed a few, pussy clenching rounds in between ass kicking, the final one occurring less than fifteen minutes ago while under the hot spray of the shower. At least while they were fucking, she didn‘t have to think of what she had to do next. She dreaded the imminent goodbye. Stupid since she should have celebrated her fat bank account. The geek job hovered on the edge of completion, successfully so, so why did she wish Frederick would call and extend her use?
Just the fact she even thought of it made her lips tighten. Anthony was simply a target that required protection and no matter the fun they‘d had—and orgasms she‘d enjoyed—he didn‘t belong in her life, and she didn‘t belong in his.
Even if he could look past the fact she‘d initially seduced him as part of her protection plan—a hard thing to overlook for any man with pride—
her very heritage made it impossible for her to contemplate a future with him. Already, she had to fight her urge to love him more roughly. Hell, she‘d almost lost it the night before and counted her lucky stars she‘d only bruised him. Never before had she needed to fight her wolf like she did currently. Her inner bitch paced restlessly even now, urging her to bite and mark Anthony as if he were a shifter, a fucked up conundrum indeed.
She needed to get away before she lost control and treated him like her body increasingly
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