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It’s off.
“Dakota?”
She sits up. I throw the clothes at her and grab a pair of flats. “Get dressed. We need to get the hell out of here.”
It takes her less than a minute to throw the items on. I open the door and peer down the hallway before slowly leading her out and toward the back stairs. They’re low lit and lead directly to the back of the mansion and our way out.
“We’re almost there,” I whisper to her as we cross the kitchen.
It’s dark and there are a lot of shadows dancing over the countertops and walls. I barely breathe as we step through the back door and into the balmy night air.
That’s when I come face-to-face with a man…
And his gun.
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Time turns into cold honey. It moves unbelievably slowly. I can’t tear my gaze from the gun pointed at us, and there’s a moment, one carved of ice, where I think Jaxson might actually kill the guy.
Even though he doesn’t have a weapon on him.
Deep down in my heart, I know Jaxson is a man who can kill with his bare hands. Kill and never even break a sweat or lose a wink of sleep over it.
But he doesn’t. “Why the fuck are you waving that thing around?” he growls.
“Security, sir. We’re expecting a shipment in a few hours, just waiting for the sedative to wear off and the specialized butcher to arrive,” the guard says.
I stare up at him, a tall, menacing man in dark gray. The fact that they have armed guards shakes me to the core. I mean, I knew they probably did but just hadn’t seen any yet.
“I heard about the white tiger,” Jaxson says in a dismissive tone. “Now, if you’ll give us some privacy…”
Jaxson doesn’t wait for the man to respond. He tugs me away from him and into the old garden.
“Wh—?”
He stops my words with a kiss and I melt into him, shivering as my body presses into the hard length of his.
The slide of his tongue is welcome and bone-melting. He lifts his head and lays his cheek against mine, one hand on my hip, and he whispers, “Moan.”
I do.
And then he kisses me again. It’s a slow kiss, one that slides down deep, and as he lifts his head again, there’s light in his eyes that makes me wonder if he kissed me because he wanted to, not to create a scene of two people fooling around for the guard’s benefit.
But I know it’s wishful thinking.
“Wait, rustle the leaves, and throw in some more fucking sweet-ass moans. I’ll be back.”
Before I can ask why he’s gone, humiliation and fear war in me as I do as he asked. Because I feel like an idiot, one who might get caught any moment.
I’m so wrapped up in my little mission that when a hand clamps over my mouth, it scares the living daylights out of me. Then I smell a mix of me and that dark earthiness of Jaxson. The warm smoothness of his rings slide over my skin and he drops his hand to my throat, resting it there. He eases me back against him.
“The guard’s gone. Pull these on.” He hands me a T-shirt and a pair of what look like boxer shorts. I don’t ask where he got them from.
But they’re definitely not his because they fit. No way would either of these fit a man his size.
He leads us through the darkness. We walk past the overgrown plants and foliage, sticking to a path only he can see, until the dank smell of stagnant water hits my nose.
