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My heart skips a beat at Derek's threat, but I refuse to back down. "Punishment? You're going to punish me for wanting to know the truth?" I retort.
Tristan leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "Don't worry, Little Darling. We'll make sure your punishment is... enjoyable."
I feel a rush of desire course through me. It is both exhilarating and terrifying how they can command my body and mind so effortlessly.
Derek smirks, clearly aware of the effect their words have on me. "But first, we need to deal with those loose ends," he says, bringing the focus back to the task at hand.
“Do I get to know what these loose ends are at some point and what you plan to do?” I ask him, but I already know what the answer is going to be.
Derek chuckles, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. "You'll know in due time," he replies cryptically, not giving away any details. "For now, you need to get cleaned up and ready to go to work."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "Work? Are you kidding me?" I say, incredulous. "After all that just happened, you expect me to go to work today?"
Tristan smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're an FBI agent tasked with an important case, remember? Crimes don't stop just because you had a wild night with us," he says, his tone teasing.
Derek grins also. “Besides, I have a feeling you might have a new crime scene to deal with today from your mysterious murderers.”
I sigh, rubbing hands down my face when I realize what he's implying. "I'm going to need lots of coffee," I say, trying to lighten the mood.
Derek leans in, brushing his lips against mine. "I'll make sure you're well-caffeinated," he says with a wink. “How about you go get cleaned up and ready, Tristan can stay with you. I’ll go do the same and come back with your caffeine, since I know you still have nothing in this house.”
I scowl at him. “A little less judgy please, I had two stalkers to deal with.”
He just laughs in response before straightening and pulling me up from the desk. He pushes me out the door of the office with Tristan following us. He pushes me in the direction of the bedroom with a light smack on my ass while he continues toward the front door.
As I make my way to the bedroom, Tristan follows close behind. "You heard the man," he says, grinning. "Time for us to shower to get cleaned up and ready for the day."
I stop and look at him with a smirk. "And what makes you think you're joining me in the shower?" I tease.
He chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I wouldn't mind seeing if I can make you scream my name again," he says, his voice low.
I roll my eyes playfully. "You're insatiable," I say, though I can't deny the appeal of the idea.
He smirks, stepping closer until he's only inches away from me. "Can you blame me? You're irresistible," he whispers, his fingers gently tracing along my jawline.
Before things can escalate further, I playfully push him away. "As tempting as that sounds, I really need to get cleaned up," I say with a grin.
Tristan chuckles, taking a step back. "Alright, I'll behave for now," he says, though the mischief in his eyes remains.
I head into the bathroom, and after exchanging a teasing grin with Tristan, I close the door behind me. The hot water soothes my body. As I lather up with soap, I can't help but smile at the unexpected turn the night has taken and the ridiculousness of needing two showers because of it.
Once I finish and step out, I dry myself and wrap the towel around me. The mirror reflects a happier and still slightly flushed version of myself. I shake my head, amused at how my life has changed.
Putting on fresh clothes I head back into the bedroom, where Tristan is waiting for me, a playful smile on his lips. "Feeling refreshed?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I nod with a grin, "Definitely."
As I open the drawer where I keep my birth control pills, I hear Tristan's voice, stopping me in my tracks. "I wouldn’t bother with those."
I turn to look at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?" I ask, a sinking feeling taking over.
He looks serious now, his playful demeanor gone. "They, uhh, haven’t worked since the first night we fucked you."
Chapter 36
Alex
Myheartskipsabeat, and my mind races to process what he just said. "What the fuck did you do?" I demand angrily.
