Levi is downstairs, the front door open. There’s commotion outside. He’s probably warning Douglas to watch out for my ex-husband. Although Douglas won’t know what he looks like unless he searches for him on the internet.
A few minutes later, Levi steps inside and glances up as I stand at the top of the stairs. “You’re looking mighty sexy,Panty Thief,” he chides.
“It’s more like Boxer Thief,” I correct him. “These aren’t panties.” I point at the plaid fabric and wiggle my hips for emphasis. They’re soft and super comfy. Does he wear them to bed?
He stalks up the stairs and chases after me as I run down the hallway. I don’t know where the hell I’m going. His house is huge, and it’s been weeks since he gave me a tour.
Levi is taller and while he closes in on me, there’s a second set of stairs that spiral up to the third floor.
I glance over my shoulder at him, and that extra second allows him time to catch up. He grabs me by the hips and tosses me up over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” I laugh. “I’m going to give you a heart attack.” Why does the man have to prove that he can carry me?
He smacks my bottom and carries me back to his bedroom, pulling open the door. He tosses me down on the bed.
Laughter spills past my lips.
“You’re in trouble,” he growls, and leans down, covering my body with his.
“I like this kind of trouble,” I say with a smirk as he kisses me. My mouth opens and I relax against the bed, not wanting him to go anywhere today. He’s still in his boxers and not wearing anything else.
My fingers tease his waistband, wanting to rid him of his clothes.
Levi chuckles and pulls back after an intense make-out session. “We have a busy day ahead of us. I need you to do something for me.”
“Sure, anything,” I say, staring up into Levi’s heated stare.
“Stay dressed exactly like that all day.”
“You’re kidding?” I laugh, my cheeks burning.
He shakes his head. “You look hot as hell, and it’ll make me leave work early, knowing that you’re wearing my boxers and nothing else,” he says, lifting the shirt he loaned me over my head and tossing it across the room.
“What about when Amelia comes home?” Is he crazy? Has he lost his mind? He hasn’t been getting enough sleep.
“Then I guess I’ll have to beat her home.” He drops a kiss to my lips and pulls back with a groan. “I want to kiss you a thousand times more, but if I do, I’ll never leave.”
“So stay,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him down closer against me. “I don’t see the problem.”
He chuckles and presses his lips hard against mine. “Woman, if I could stay in bed all day with you, I would. I need to make sure you and Amelia are safe.”
My body tenses at his words. “Zander.”
Levi nods and climbs off the bed. “Are you coming?” he asks, and grins wickedly.
FIFTEEN
Levi
While I hired Declan to handle a thorough background on Zander Mitchell, I also have my private security team ramping up added measures.
In addition, Douglas, my driver, is with Amelia all day. He has orders to keep an eye on her school premises to make sure Zander doesn’t show up.
Douglas is former military and has special ops training. It’s why he’s my driver. It may seem below him, but he’s my security detail, bodyguard when I venture out, and he has mad skills if we’re ever involved in a high-speed chase.
I pay him handsomely for his service, and while most know that he’s my driver, very few realize his combat and special skills training.
It’s safer that way, protecting him and his family. He’s got a wife and kids.