taking the laptop and going to a hotel. I’m calling the forensic accountant. I want him to look at the files.”
Chapter 10
The air in the hotel room was stale, and Macie opened the window. “I’ll need to get some things from my apartment.” A posed painting of a child eerily staring into the distance decorated one wall.
“I don’t think you should go home. Whatever you need, we can pick up in the neighborhood.” He rifled through the basket of travel-sized toiletries on the vanity.
“Rylan …” Macie didn’t like feeling restricted.
“Someone threatened you and tried to hurt you. Don’t give them more chances.” Rylan’s tone was firm.
Macie didn’t want to believe Rylan was right. She couldn’t let fear get in the way. “I wasn’t even in the car. It was meant to scare me.” They’d checked the phone number of the text online, and it only led them to a throwaway cell phone.
“What about the subway? Knocking you on the tracks isn’t just a scare,” he pointed out.
“We discussed this before. We don’t know it was related.” Macie wanted to dismiss what he said, but the pattern was there. Admitting it might break the dam that held her fear at bay.
“We don’t know it wasn’t,” Rylan argued.
Macie sighed. “You’re right. I know you are. It’s frustrating.” Macie looked around the small room, already feeling the walls close in around her. A king-sized bed covered by a floral spread dominated the room. An upholstered chair sat in the corner and another wooden chair rested at the desk, which also held the television.
“Let me make arrangements to have the accountant come by, and then I’ll help you come up with something to pass the time.” Rylan let Macie see his want for her.
Sensual interest pushed her irritation away. “You’re going to keep me from getting bored?” Macie smirked.
“Oh yes, I’d be happy to do so.” Rylan’s tone promised tantalizing possibilities.
“That is so incredibly generous of you.” Macie welcomed his desire over his worrying.
Rylan laughed. “I know.”
While Rylan made arrangements for the accountant to come see them, Macie took off her blouse. She caught Rylan’s eye and was rewarded by the blaze of excitement in his face as he watched her. She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She removed each piece of clothing slowly, one by one, as Rylan tried to focus on his phone call.
When she was naked, Macie flipped the comforter off the bed and crawled onto the mattress. Under Rylan’s watchful gaze, she spread her legs, moistened a finger, and brought it to her clit.
Rylan coughed into the phone, but his attention remained fixed on her. “No, everything is fine.” His voice was strained.
Macie closed her eyes. Ripples of pleasure radiated from her core as she touched her most sensitive spot. Knowing Rylan watched every move increased her ardor. He deserved a little discomfort for being so domineering, even if he was trying to protect her.
Rylan ended his call, and she heard the rustle of fabric as he disrobed. The mattress shook and he was on her, warm muscle pressing her into the mattress.
“You’re so sexy. I love to watch you.” He growled as he nipped her neck, moved to her collarbone, and then the side of her breast. His fingers pinched her nipples and his tongue followed, licking and sucking the erect tips.
“Mmmm, I hope I wasn’t too distracting.” Macie chuckled deep in her throat. The expression on Rylan’s face as he talked on the phone had been priceless—excitement tinged with a hint of irritation. She knew he’d pounce as soon as possible, and she hadn’t been wrong.
“You were completely distracting—in the best way,” Rylan murmured against her breast.
Macie reached between his legs and cupped him. She squeezed gently and moved her palm to his shaft. Wrapping her fingers around him, she stroked his erection. A drop of slick fluid escaped the tip, and she spread it over his
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