Page 40 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

I step into the shower and let the hot water run over me. I smile like an idiot because I know when I get back in bed he’ll pull me right back against his chest, kiss my wet hair, and make me filthy again.

I jump when the shower door opens and he steps in.

He has the cutest boyish smile. So opposite from the handsome, professional doctor he is to everyone else.

Julian takes over washing me. His soapy hands pay extra attention to my breasts and my ass.

When I’m done, we switch and I wash him. Soap bubbles up under my hands as I glide them over every inch of his tall, lean body, tracing the firm lines of his chest and abs.

His dark hair is slicked back from the water, droplets catching in the short dark beard that frames his strong jaw. Blue eyes stay on me the entire time, full of heat and so much love it’s palpable. He lets out a quiet moan when I follow the dark trail under his belly button with my fingers.

He’s hard again, thick and flushed for me, but I give him space under the spray so he can rinse every last bubble off his skin while I watch hungry.

I drop to my knees and lick him from his balls to his tip. Then I do it again to make sure I lick every inch.

His head tilts back. I have no idea how he’s even hard again. But I like that I’m the one making him that way.

I suck him deep and wrap my hand around him at the base. It hurts. Julian’s cock is fucking thick. But I give it my all because I’m not a quitter.

“Open up for me, Ettie. I shouldn’t waste even a drop on your throat, but I can never say no to you,” he says, eyes on mine. “I’ll fill you again later and give you so much more. I need your belly swollen. I’m serious, Ettie.”

I stare at him, water cascading over us. Sure, he talked dirty about him breeding me… but Julian has the most determined look I’ve ever seen on his face. It’s alarming how hot it is.

I have to find my pills.

He taps the side of my cheek with his fingers. I guess he’s done talking. I open wider.

The lust and love in his eyes make me relax my throat completely. I let him use my mouth. I’m nothing more than a warm hole for him now, and I love it. Julian takes over my body, and all I have to do is feel.

After a few more pumps that make me gag, he pushes to the back of my throat.

“Swallow.”

I do as he says because he’s my daddy, after all.

He explodes with a choked groan. The warm salty taste fills my mouth. One hand cradles my head in place, the other bracing him up on the tile wall.

When he’s done, I pop my lips off and swipe my tongue to lick up every drop of his cum.

He yanks me up and kisses me hard enough to make my knees tremble.

“Good morning,” I say when we break apart. My voice is deliciously thick with how much I want him.

“The best morning, babydoll,” he whispers, pressing one more soft kiss to my forehead.

After I switch off the shower, Julian wraps me in a big fluffy towel and watches me in the mirror while I brush out my hair. I don’t say anything and neither does he.

I walk to the closet and pull on a bra and underwear then grab one of his hoodies from the shelf. It still smells like him. I tug it over my head and find a pair of sleep shorts before going to the kitchen.

He follows a minute later wearing only a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips. The sight of him like this, relaxed and half-dressed in the morning light, makes my stomach flip.

Julian moves to the coffee maker without a word. He measures the grounds, starts the machine, and pulls down two mugs like this is any other morning. Like we didn’t spend the last six months bleeding for each other. He pours my coffee black with two sugars and hands it over.

Our fingers brush, and he smiles.

“I need to tell you everything. And eventually, I’ll need you to forgive me for keeping it from you,” I say.

He looks up, his brows scrunch, but he nods. His blue eyes fix on mine.