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“I thought there was someone downstairs. I just overreacted. It’s nothing. I swear!”
“Come on,” he urged, drawing me back toward the elevators. “David, go out and tell Jamie and Charlie that we’re going to be a few minutes.”
“Right away, Mr. Webb. Should I do a sweep of the building?”
“Yes, right away,” Paxton agreed, leading me onto the elevator. “And let me know what you find. Go over the footage, too. We’ll be right back to see what you found.”
He ushered me back into the elevator. Once inside, he hit the emergency stop and took me in his arms.
“Take deep breaths,” he said. “Monitor your breathing. Are you having a panic attack?”
“I don’t know!” I mewled, hating myself at that moment. “I’m sorry!”
He drew back and stared at me, his brilliant eyes clouded with worry. “What the hell are you sorry about? You’ve been through enough these past few weeks. You’re entitled to a few jitters, especially when you’re alone. I shouldn’t have left you by yourself.”
“I just thought that guy was a threat. He didn’t even do anything! Oh, man, I think I hit an employee.”
“What guy? What employee?”
“I don’t know,” I moaned miserably, falling back against the wall and slumping my head back.
“Whoever it was, we’ll make it right, okay?”
I nodded, wishing that I had the same confidence that he was displaying.
“Mylee, look at me,” he insisted, tilting my head toward him. “I’ve got you, okay. We all have your back. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
“I know. But I’m scared,” I confessed in a breathless whisper, ashamed to admit such a childish thing aloud.
There was no disgust on Paxton’s face as he leaned forward, his lips touching mine softly.
“I know you are,” he rasped, his warm breath heating my face and slowly, evenly, dissipating my worries. “And that’s okay. Just know that we’re doing everything to ensure your safety, baby.”
I melted under his words, his kisses punctuating his sentiment, softly raining over my neck and cheeks and chin.
My head dipped back as he nuzzled closer, inhaling me like he was trying to commit my scent to memory.
“I’ve got you, Mylee. We’ve got you.”
Eyes closing, I let the warmth of his reassurances wash over me, his hand sliding my A-line skirt higher until his huge, manicured hands cupped my ass. His weight pushed me firmly against the wall behind me, tongue snaking into my mouth.
Eagerly, I accepted the warmth of his contact, sighing with pleasure as familiar waves of comforting heat rose through me.
Never mind the cameras blinking at us from both corners of the elevator or the fact that Paxton hiked me up higher to place my ass against the railing, holding me in place as he pulled my panties aside.
One hand cupped my ass solidly, his face lifting to earnestly look at me, his eyes blazing with sincerity.
“I’ve got you,” he told me again, his words turning me to jelly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I believed him, my response in the form of a passionate kiss, but his lips found the curve of my neck, his waist spreading me wider.
The rip of my panties filled the elevator, and I gasped, his skillful fingers playing teasingly with my opening until he abruptly dropped to his knees, his face buried fully in the center of my thighs.
I closed my eyes, cheek pressed to the mirror, his palm lifting me like I was on a serving platter, and his tongue lapped deeply into my core.
“Oh god!” I choked, loving the long, even probes of his tongue, each one exploring a new part of me.
“I could eat you all day,” Paxton murmured, long, sweet licks floating me out of the elevator.
