She shudders. “Not out there, alone. But in here, with you?” Her chin raises defiantly. “Yes.”
“Madison.” I move to her and kneel on the floor at her feet. “Sweetheart. Please do this for us. This isn’t because you’re a distraction—it’s because you aren’t safe. Point Ops isn’t as good as Nove, but they’re still very, very good. Damiano and I would never forgive ourselves if something happened to you.”
“But you’re staying here, and I have to leave.” Her eyes fill with tears, which she angrily wipes away before they can spill. “So you think I’ll be safer in a foreign country by myself? This is bullshit.”
“No. We’ll send you with full-time bodyguards.” Damiano picks up his phone, likely to start scrolling through a list of our best soldiers.
“Just one guard,” I say. “It has to look like a casual vacation. I don’t want her attracting attention.”
“Good point.” Damiano frowns at his phone screen, likely trying to figure out who would be the best to send.
An idea occurs to me, brilliant in its simplicity. “I know exactly who to ask. And he doesn’t work for us.”
Damiano stops scrolling through our employee list.
Madison frowns. She’s still mad, but too fucking bad. We aren’t doing this for fun. We’re doing it for her safety.
“Who is it?” Damiano asks.
“Landon Sprechter.”
“A total stranger,” Madison says. “Great.”
“We can trust him.” I reach for her hand, but she pulls away. “Madison. Come on.”
“It’s not just this—which I’m not happy about. I’m just, I’m so out of control. You’re deciding where I’m going, and who I’m going with. You’re even deciding who to tell about our relationship, without consulting me first.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” I reach for her again, but close my hand and pull it back before I can touch her. She obviously doesn’t want me to. “I’m truly sorry for that. I shouldn’t have said anything to my mother. I neglected to think of how it would affect you, how she might contact you. I was only thinking of myself, and them.”
This time, it’s Madison who reaches for me. “Thank you. I understand.”
I take her hand and tug her forward. She soon realizes that I want her closer, as close as she can be. With a little smile, she perches on my lap. I set my drink down and lean back, pulling her with me.
“That’s better,” I murmur in her ear. “I’ve missed you, little girl.”
Her plump ass is warm against my crotch. My dick starts to harden, interested in how close she is.
“Madison,” Damiano says, “why don’t you take off your sweater and show Seth what you bought today?”
Before she can move, I place my hands on her stomach and slide them under her sweater. “I’d like to guess what it is, first.”
“Mmm,” she says. “Go ahead. Guess.”
I slide my hands all over her soft skin. She’s so warm, and she smells so good. I inhale more deeply, picking up Damiano’s cologne mixed with her sweet, natural scent.
“You two fucked earlier, didn’t you?” I slide my hands higher on her stomach until I’m touching the lower part of her bra.
“Maybe,” she says slowly, wiggling against my now rock-hard cock.
“Where did this take place?” I nuzzle her neck. “Damiano’s office?”
“No, not there.” She sighs and rests her head back against my chest.
“Hmm.” I cup her tits in my hands. “Was it in the elevator?”
She gasps when I pinch her nipples. “Nope.”
“The bathroom.”
