He pulled back. Put some much-needed space between them because his dick was shoving hard against the front of his pants. His hand flew out and slammed into the control panel, starting the elevator again. “When you’re safe, I’m going to tell you exactly what I want. And hopefully, you’ll give it to me.”

She swallowed. “I feel like I don’t really know you.”

“Maybe you don’t.” She’d just seen the image he projected. The guy who’d spent years trying to keep his hands off her because he thought she was meant for someone else.

But Piper wasn’t sleeping with Ben. And she was staring at him with need in her golden eyes.

The elevator dinged. The doors opened.

Piper’s lips parted—

“What the hell happened?” Simon demanded.

Eric growled.

“Did the elevator get stuck? I was about to call in maintenance.”

Eric turned to face his VP. And he saw the faint laughter gleaming in the guy’s eyes. Using his body as a shield, Eric lifted his hand and let one of his fingers do the talking for him.

Simon choked out a laugh.

“Did you find him?” Piper’s voice. Strained. She hurried from the elevator, and Eric followed her out.

All signs of laughter left Simon’s face. “Yes, we think we found him. Turns out, the guy rented a house just down the street from your home. One of those online rental things. That’s how we tracked him—we saw the credit card purchase come up. I’ve got a team outside the location right now because his rental car is there—another ding on the credit card—and they’re making sure he doesn’t leave until we get to the scene.”

Anticipation had Eric rocking forward. “Let’s go.”

Simon nodded, looking satisfied. “Knew you’d want to be the first to question him.”

Eric headed forward, but Piper’s hand flew out and curled around his wrist. “Shouldn’t we call the cops?”

“We don’t have evidence tying the guy to anything yet,” Simon told her as his lips twisted. “But Eric and I tend to be pretty good at getting perps to trip up and confess.”

Her eyes searched Eric’s. “I want to be there.”

“Oh, no,” Simon said immediately. “Bad plan. You’re the target of this guy’s obsession. If he sees you, then he might flip out.”

Her chin notched. “If he’s obsessed, then me being there could be a good thing. Maybe I can throw him off his game. Get him to speed up that whole confession bit.”