Page 54 of Wickedly Played

“No, baby,” I confirm. “You didn’t do this. Your stalker is sick. They are the reason why this is happening. Not you.”

Her body convulses a little in my arms. “Max, why is he targeting me?”

I kiss her hair gently. “No one knows. ‘S hard to know why people do sick things like this.”

“Who was it?”

“Who was who?”

She pushes off me a little to look me in the eyes. “Who was it that died?”

“They didn’t tell me a name. The detective is going to come over in the morning to talk to us about it.”

I don’t share with her the other information I know. I don’t tell her about the note, either. I will wait for the morning to drop that bombshell.

“Max… I don’t know what to say.”

Her mouth is luring me to plunder it with my tongue. It would be too easy to pick her up, shove those little shorts down her legs, and then drive my hard cock into her. Her lips are an alluring temptation for me.

“There is nothing to say, Serena,” I answer honestly.

With my hands still on her little body, she looks over her shoulder at her room. I see the little shake of her head as she considers what to do next. “I don’t want to sleep in here alone.”

Fuck me.“Grab a pillow and a blanket,” I instruct her.

Much to my surprise, she follows my directions. She might be a Domme professionally, but this woman submits to me beautifully. It takes everything in me not to grab her by the hair and kiss her mouth.

“Are you going to be okay while I take a shower?” I ask with an eyebrow raised.

She nods her head at me.

I’m out of the shower in five minutes and dressed, ready to take her downstairs with me. Luckily for both of us, her couches are comfortable to sleep on. Sure, I could be a masochist and sleep with her in a bed. Sure, it would take every single ounce of my willpower not to slide myself between her soft thighs.

Holding my hand out for her, she slides her little one into mine. “Where are we going?”

There aren’t any answers that need to be given. We are in the living room with my back against the cushions, and she’s perched fairly close to me.

“Max?”

“Yeah, sweetness?”

She sucks in a breath. “Have you ever watched one of my cams?”

I chuckle to myself. “I’ve seen some of yours.”

She giggles, her head sliding off the cushion a little to land on me. “What did you think?”

“Probably the same thing every man thinks when they land on your cam page, Serena.” I try to slink away from her a little more to get some space, but she follows me more. “Why are you asking?”

She shrugs against me. “Just curious. I always wondered what my clients thought when they watched me.”

We’re silent for a few comfortable moments before she breaks the silence. “What made you decide to be a bodyguard?”

“Are we sharing secrets?” I ask her.

“Yes.”

“Secret for secret?” I challenge.