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I eased a finger into her ass while she moved up and down my cock. Her tits pressed against my chest as she moaned in my ear. Her pussy clenched around my shaft, and I realized she was about to climax again.
“Come for me, baby.” I covered her mouth with mine, muffling her shout of my name as she released.
Her fingers skimmed over my shoulders, and heat pulsed through me, my balls tightening. With a few more thrusts, I tensed, pouring myself into her while I placed my lips against hers.
She sighed against my mouth and pressed her forehead against mine. “Is it crazy that you stole my heart the first second I saw you? From the very beginning, I knew you would come back for me.” Giselle ran her thumb across my lower lip. “Once I woke up at the hospital, I talked myself out of it. I told myself it was all a silly fantasy of being rescued by a prince with green eyes.”
I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, still holding her in my lap. “It’s not crazy.” I tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “I was so sure I needed to see you again that I checked into you. When I found out you were married, I tried damned hard to forget you, but I never could shake the beautiful girl with the golden eyes.” A smile eased across my face. “No wonder Sutton told us to come up here. I didn’t notice the attached bathroom when we first walked in.”
Giselle carefully lifted off me. “I’m a little messy, but I don’t mind.”
“I could use a shower.” I raised a brow at her and wiggled it slightly. “If you want to join me?”
She laughed at my silly flirting. “Definitely. I probably shouldn’t see Ashley while reeking of sex.” I was transfixed for a moment by a lingering look from her warm hazel eyes. I held my hand out to her, and we spent the next half hour soaping each other up and rinsing it all off.
50
Zayne
After we showered, Giselle wanted to find Ashley to ensure she was all right, so I took that time to call Pierce. Even though the conversation was short, he confirmed that our plans were still intact for the morning. I wasn’t sure how Giselle would react when I told her I had to leave again, but this was my life, and I hoped like hell that she would be on board with the part of my job that had me disappearing and being secretive at times.
Maybe getting shot had something to do with it, but Pierce didn’t rip me a new asshole over falling in love with Giselle like he had Vaughn with Claire. Even though I managed to walk away in one piece, I think Donovan pulling that trigger put some things into perspective for all of us.
What was done was done. I was in love with Giselle, and there was absolutely nothing Pierce could do about it. We were more than boss and employee, we were family, and apparently when he and Vaughn found me unconscious in a pool of blood, it scared the shit out of both of them. Once we’d cleared the air, I felt a lot better. I’d hated keeping Giselle a secret.
Giselle returned to the bedroom an hour later and sat down on the edge of the mattress.
“I have questions.” She turned to me and tucked one leg beneath her.
“I know.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll explain as much as I can. Pierce knows I have to talk to you about what happened. He wasn’t crazy about the idea of you knowing details that could send us to prison, but I wouldn’t take no for an answer. In order for you to make a decision about spending your life with me, I have to tell you everything.”
Giselle gulped, squared her shoulders, and met my gaze straight on. “I don’t spook easily. I’ve lived through a lot of shit. I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me.”
My pulse stuttered. I wouldn’t admit it, but I was scared shitless that she would leave when I told her who I was.
Her golden eyes narrowed. “What happened when Donovan shot you? I know he did, I saw you bleed.”
“He did, but I had on a bulletproof vest. I carry one in the trunk with my guns. Sutton’s stitched in fake blood for all of them, so I hit the packet hidden between my vest and shirt. When assholes see the blood, it gives us an advantage because they don’t expect us to get up. In this case, Pierce ordered me to stay down. I knew they were only a few minutes away, but I didn’t anticipate that I would hit my head on the marble floor when I flew backward. I gave myself a fucking concussion.” I glanced away, sheepish. “That piece of shit only nicked my shoulder. He’s a lousy shot.” I pulled my shirt up to show her the graze. “It’s healed enough that I don’t need a bandage over it.”
“Donovan thought he killed you, though.”
“Sutton’s a genius. She and a couple other brainiacs created a gum. All we have to do is chew it, and it slows our hearts. Anyone without the right medical knowledge would think I was dead.”
She shook her head, her expression filled with awe. “Are you okay now?” She asked, tracing her fingertips around the minor wound.
“Good enough to pick you up.” I gave her a lopsided grin. “I’m so fucking sorry, Giselle. I was supposed to grab you and run, but Donovan had a gun trained on you, and I couldn’t take any chances. By the time I regained consciousness, Pierce and Vaughn were hovering over me, and I was still in your kitchen, but you weren’t. The guys searched the entire residence. Hell, Gretta and Marty weren’t even found. They probably ran scared.”
“So, you’ve been alive all the time I was trapped at my parents’ house?” Anger ignited her stare.
I was rooted in a haze of uncertainty about how to respond, but only the truth would work. “Yeah, but we were looking for you the entire time.”
“Why didn’t Sutton tell me?” Giselle hopped off the bed, her hands landing on her hips.
I blew out a sigh. “I wanted her to, but we were in the middle of a dangerous mission, and she was afraid that if I didn’t make it, if she told you that I was alive, she would then have to tell you I was dead again … she couldn’t do that to you, and neither could I. If it helps any, I asked Brian, Pierce’s FBI connection, to get word to you through the FBI agent working undercover with your parents’ breeding scheme. But he said it was too risky, that it would look suspicious and ultimately put you in danger.”
Giselle’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and her brows knitted together. “What? Who?”
“I obviously can’t tell you who it is, but he had eyes on you several times. He worked with us and helped free you and the other girls.” I placed my hands in my lap and leaned forward. “I wanted to go into your parents’ house and get you immediately, but Pierce wouldn’t let me. I was in the hospital for a few days, and he said he couldn’t risk anything happening to me for real. I still was feeling the effects of the concussion then, too.”
