Page 36 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

Then his free hand moves lower.

He drags his fingers through the mess he’s making between my legs, getting them slick, and circles my asshole with one fingertip. He doesn’t push in right away. Just teases, pressing and rubbing while his tongue flicks faster over my clit. When he finally sinks that finger into my ass, slow and steady, my whole body jerks.

“Fuck—” The word comes out strangled.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps eating me like he’s starving for it, tongue sliding over the bundle of nerves he knows exactly what to do with. He sucks hard then switches back to the slide of his tongue. Two fingers stroke deep in my pussy, and one works in and out of my ass in a rhythm that has me shaking. The stretch burns in the best way. Every time he pushes that finger deeper, I feel it everywhere.

I come hard.

It hits me all at once in a blinding pleasure that makes me shake. I’ve never come like this from oral. Fuck, Elliot might be good at every single thing he does.

My thighs clamp around his head, and I scream Elliot’s name. I pulse around his fingers, ass and pussy both clenching, and he doesn’t let up until I’m twitching and oversensitive and trying to squirm away.

Only then does he ease his fingers out and press one last soft kiss to my clit.

I’m still catching my breath, legs loose and trembling, when he sits back on his heels between my spread thighs. His mouth is shiny. His eyes are dark.

I reach for him without thinking, fingers brushing his cheek.

“You’re a really good friend, Elliot.”

He huffs a quiet laugh and then presses a kiss against the inside of my thigh.

“Yeah,” he says. “I am.”

He looks at me and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Let’s watch a movie, and you can tell me about him. Then I’ll fuck your mouth until you can’t breathe long enough to cry over him anymore.”

“Well, if that’s what friends do…” I smile so hard my cheeks hurt.

And my heart stops being broken for just a little bit.

CHAPTER 10

Julian

Her yoga pants are soaked beneath my hand before I can even get to her hot core. I break the kiss just enough to speak against her swollen lips. “Let me see you, baby.”

Her pupils blow wide, ocean blue swallowed by black. For one heartbeat, she freezes, then her hands move, trembling with how much she wants to please me.

I cradle her between my palms and gently guide her back until she’s splayed out on the wooden table. With the arch of her back, those perfect tits jiggle so pretty that I have to bite back a groan. Red flush creeps up across her porcelain skin.

Then her hands move.

She yanks her shirt over her head and fumbles with her bra clasp, her fingers already shaking for me. Her dusty-rose nipples are tight little peaks.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and drag everything down in one rough pull until she’s completely bare, legs spread wide on either side of my hips.

“This pretty little pussy is wet,” I say, sliding my thumb through her center. Her cream coats my knuckles. “Soaked from just one kiss. You’re being such a good girl. So perfect and ready.”

“Julian—”

I circle her clit with two fingers, slow and deliberate, watching her face. “Try that again, Ettie.”

Her lashes flutter. “Daddy.”

Fuck. The word hits me low and hot.