Page 85 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

When I roll over, Julian is still in bed, watching me. His beard is longer, and he gives me a look like I’m the most beautiful person in the world. It makes butterflies erupt in my stomach.

He crawls over me without a word and pulls the sheet off so nothing is between us. My legs open for him automatically, wrapping around his hips as he settles between them.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he tells me then sinks deep inside me.

I gasp at the fullness. Or maybe the love he always gives me makes me breathless.

He moves in and out of me with a rhythm that is slow and deliberate. It’s like he’s trying to mold my body to his.

I reach up and trace the wrinkle on his head.

“Are you okay, baby?” I ask him.

He closes his eyes and tips his head up for a second. When he opens them again, they’re glassy.

“Say it again,” he breathes.

It takes me a minute to figure out what he means.

“Baby… I love you, baby,” I whisper and cup my hand around his cheek. He leans into it and looks down at me.

He takes a deep, shaky breath. His hips snap harder now, driving into me with more urgency. I wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him in as deep as he can go.

“I love you,” he says against my mouth, voice rough. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

I feel it building fast. He keeps dragging his hard cock over my G-spot. His body is pressed so tightly to mine. My hands slide into his hair as I start to come, clenching around him.

I whisper how much I love him.

Julian follows right after me, burying himself deep as he comes. He groans my name into my neck, hips jerking as he spills inside me. I hold him through it, stroking the back of his head while he shudders above me.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. He stays buried, breathing hard against my skin. I run my fingers through his hair.

Eventually, he lifts his head and looks at me. His eyes are still soft, but there’s something heavier underneath now.

“I want this,” I say quietly, tracing his bottom lip. “You and me. A baby. Mornings where I wake up with each of you by my side. We have a lot against us right now. But if I could fast-forward to the next part… this is what I want next.”

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, so soft I almost miss it. “Always. I’ll love you always. Everything will be all right.”

And for one perfect, terrible moment, I believe him.

“It’s early, Ettie. Go back to sleep.”

I shake my head. “No, I need to get up. We're getting closer to when Fuller is back. We need everything ready for the press release. Where’s Elliot anyway?”

Something dark flashes in his eyes. He doesn’t answer. I start to push off the bed to go find him. Panic rises in my chest, but Julian doesn’t move above me. He cages me beneath him. Whatever is going to happen next is going to be bad. He reaches for something on the nightstand.

“I love you. You are my everything,” he whispers in my ear.

Then I feel the prick in my neck. But this time, I’m too exhausted to do much more than widen my eyes in surprise. A single tear falls down his cheek, and I want to make it stop. All of it. But before I can say anything, I'm surrounded by the deep black.

My legs start working faster this time, and I can eventually push off the bed. I fucking swear I’m going to murder Julian. Both of them. As soon as I find them.

I make my way down the short hallway, one hand braced against the wall to keep steady. Silence in the cabin gives me goose bumps.

Julian’s medical bag is gone from the hook by the door. The satellite phone is missing.

I go back to the computer in the spare room. Every time I look at it, my techy heart leaps, because I love it so much. I didn’t even get to tell Elliot’s stupid ass how much before he bailed.