Page 105 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

Riley and Cal are judging him. Still pissed about the investigation too. I get it. They aren’t madly in love with him, so forgiving is going to take longer.

Plus, Calum never liked his good boy act as my partner. Hopefully, they get to see the real Elliot. I love Cal and Riley like brothers, and I want us all to get along.

Elliot asks Calum about the babies, and he beams as he talks about the two little boys who are just adorable. They both have Georgie’s big eyes and hair, and they are big like Keeper. I’m their godmother. Well, I’m one of them.

We play and fuck off for a while.

Elliot tells his stories, and the guys laugh along at his jokes. He’s so darn easy to like, of course they love him already.

Julian keeps losing, bless his soul, and I look around at some of my favorite people. My eyes prickle when I see everyone here. I lost my blood family, but I’ve made a new one with everyone in this room.

I shift in my seat. Julian notices immediately and starts cleaning up the poker table.

“Well, boys, as much as you all love taking my money, we need to wrap this up. Elliot needs his beauty sleep.”

Riley snorts a laugh.

I stand, needing to pee. Sweet Julian tries to make everyone think we need to go because of Elliot, but we all know they just worry about me.

They should since they are the reason I’m pregnant and crying all the time. I rub my belly and tell the guys goodbye.

Then it’s just me and my men.

Elliot wraps his arms around me first.

“Do you know how much restraint I had to have to not crawl underneath that table and eat your pussy tonight?”

He sinks his hands in my hair and starts kissing my neck.

I cry out when he pinches my nipple, and I look at Julian. He’s got a bulge in his pants already just watching Elliot run his hands all over my body.

“Get on the table, babydoll. He’s starving for you,” Julian says.

They don’t have to tell me twice. Being in my second trimester has made me horny all the time. I’m ready to go with just one look.

I pull my shirt over my head and shimmy out of my skirt.

Julian curses and Elliot whistles when they see there was nothing underneath it.

“Julian, we both know what this means.”

A shiver runs up my spine, and Julian’s at my side immediately helping me get on the table. The baby has lowered my jumping skills. I still love her, so it’s okay.

Was I pissed when I found out Julian tossed my pills? Not as much as I should have been. It’s stupidly hot thinking of them holding our baby.

“No panties,” Julian says, standing in front of me. He reaches around and undoes my bra then slides it down my arms. “Means you need some discipline from your daddies.”

He covers my mouth with his and gives me a dizzying kiss. I’m faintly aware that I’m gushing all over the poker table.

“But daddy, you never punish me.” I pout into his lips as he keeps kissing me.

“You’re right. He’s too soft on you. I’ll have to punish you hard enough for both of us,” Elliot says, voice already husky.

Elliot steps up to my left, palming his cock through his black jeans. My mouth waters.

“Don’t worry, babydoll. When he’s done and you’ve taken his punishment, I’ll kiss your tears away,” Julian whispers in my ear then steps back, giving Elliot space.

I look up at him with innocent eyes. Well, as innocent as I can pretend to be.