Page 35 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

Elliot grabs me and sits down on my couch, pulling me over his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and cry. He stays quiet and rubs my back.

I finally sniffle and swipe at my face with my hand.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“Don’t be. You can talk to me about him. If you want to…”

I gasp and stare at him.

“Lee, I’m not some jealous boyfriend. I’m aware you had relationships before I screwed your brains out. I’m still your friend.”

The shock I feel from Elliot Ryker being mature enough to talk to me about this makes me cry all over again.

Then we hear a wail from the kitten, and I hop up, worried he’s gotten into something dangerous.

I screech and point at the refrigerator. “Elliot, he’s stuck!” The cat lets out another pitiful wail and throws his head back like the world is ending.

Elliot reaches in and grabs him by the scruff so easily the kitten hardly lifts off his feet. I scoop the tiny fluffball into my arms and snuggle him against my chest.

“Thank you, Elliot.”

He gives me the cutest dimpled grin and shrugs one shoulder like it was nothing.

He pulls out everything he brought. A litter box. A little avocado-shaped cat house with a hole in the center. A ridiculous number of toys. I wave the feather wand, and the kitten chases it in wild circles until his baby eyes start to droop. I scoop him up and tuck him into the avocado house. He curls into a perfect little ball.

“Jasper. He looks like a Jasper,” I say and wave the little feather wand above his head. He chases it until his baby cat eyes won’t stay open anymore, then I scoop him up and put him in his little avocado house.

“Gah, it’s so cute I’m gonna die,” I whisper so we don’t wake him. “He’s literally the seed.”

Elliot steps up beside me and takes my hand. His fingers twine in mine.

“I was pissed at you today,” he says against my mouth, then kisses me. “I shouldn’t have done that at the office.”

“I’m sorry too. For avoiding you.” I swallow. “If you didn’t notice, I’m kinda screwed up right now.”

He kisses me again, deeper this time. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips until I open for him. It’s slow and sweet and makes me swoon a little.

“Friends,” he murmurs, trailing his mouth down my jaw and the side of my neck.

I nod, even though my pulse is already racing.

He pulls my cookie shirt off over my head. I’m not wearing a bra. His lips close around one nipple immediately, hot and wet. His tongue rolls slow circles around the tight peak, sucking just hard enough to make my back arch.

I thread my fingers into his hair and hold on.

He walks me backward down the hall and to my room.

“Don’t want the little guy to see what I’m going to do to his mom,” he smirks.

I sink down on the edge of the bed, and he follows, mouth never leaving my skin.

He kisses down my stomach, hooks his fingers in the waistband of my pajama pants, and drags them down along with my panties in one smooth motion.

I lift my hips to help. He tosses them somewhere behind him and spreads my thighs wide, settling between them.

The first slow lick up my center makes my breath stop. He does it again, firmer, tongue flattening against my clit before he seals his mouth over me and sucks. I bite my lip hard to stay quiet with Jasper sleeping a few feet away.

Two thick fingers slide into my pussy as his tongue works my clit in steady, perfect strokes. He curls them just right, fucking me slow and deep with his hand while his mouth stays locked on me. I can already feel the orgasm building, tight and hot in my belly.