Page 52 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

My teeth sink into my sandwich, and I think.

Julian opens a soda, and I thank him. I feel bad for the world for holding Julian here and keeping him to myself. God, I hope he doesn’t hate me once he realizes I’m never going to get out of this shit show.

“Have you talked to Marge? What about your contracts? What will the wealthy do without their personal doctor?” I tease.

“I sent her and Calum a message when we left. They think we are on a vacation to get back together. I’m not sure if they bought it or not.”

I smile at him and finish my sandwich. He drinks a protein shake, and we talk about where we would actually like to go on vacation.

He says mountains.

I say beach.

Immediately, he changes his answer, claiming any vacation involving me in a bikini is the better choice.

“Take a break. We can walk outside for a while. I get that you want to work, and you’re going to figure this out. Getting some air won’t change that.”

I glance toward the windows. “There are probably wolves.”

“Ettie, I told you, there are no wolves.”

“Yeah, well, I want to believe you, but I know what I heard.”

Julian shakes his head at me. His lips go in a long line while he tries to keep from laughing at me. I heard a howl last night. And I know he knows it was not the wind. He’s just trying to make me feel better.

When I stand up to clean my dishes, he grabs my hand and leads me back into the main room that is both the small kitchen and the little living room.

“Come on, babydoll. I’ll keep you safe from the wolves while you take a minute to relax. Let me find you a warm blanket.”

I watch the muscles in his back while we walk. How can a back be such a turn-on?

“Hmm, I think there might be some other ways to relax.”

Julian spins, dropping my hand, and he towers over me.

“Kneel.”

One word and I almost combust in place. My pulse slams into my throat, and my pussy floods my panties.

I drop in front of him. The floor is hard and cold beneath my knees, but I barely feel it. I’m only wearing his white T-shirt that barely covers my ass. No bra and a tiny thong that’s dark enough he can probably see the straps through the cotton.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” Julian breathes. “I want to paint you with my cum, babydoll. Rub it into every inch of your skin like a tattoo so you carry me with you all day.”

My cunt clenches at the words alone. I lick my lips, meeting his gaze without flinching.

“Do it.”

Sucking in his breath, he reaches down and unzips his jeans with deliberate slowness. He only pushes them down his thighs just enough to give me access. His cock is thick and already leaking at the slit. I can smell his warm and masculine scent, and my mouth waters.

I lean forward and drop my jaw.

“Does my babydoll need a taste?” His voice is thick with sex and so much love it makes my chest ache. “Because I know that horny little look in your eye. You need something to suck and play with. And you’re going to take me so well, aren’t you?”

I nod, and he shoves his hand in my hair and cradles my head.

“Tongue out and I’ll give you what you want.”

On a whimper, I obey.