Page 72 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

“Of course.” He doesn’t even hesitate. “I don’t care who actually gets her pregnant, but the first baby is mine.”

"You can’t call dibs on our baby.” I huff a short laugh that’s half disbelief and half challenge. I consider fighting the possessive bastard. But I get the pull. I have this need to claim her and bind her to us in every way we can before she does something noble and tries to sacrifice herself for us. We both know she’s seconds from bolting. Not because she doesn’t love us. But because she loves us too much.

“A terrifying little domestic crime unit,” I say.

“No…well, actually I can see Ettie going for that title.” He shrugs.

I grin despite everything.

We sit in silence, and a million pictures of Lee with a baby and a cute little bump under her T-shirt makes hope wrap around my heart. That is until I hear the shower turn off.

“Julian,” I say, quieter now. “I know what happened to Emily. I’m going to tell her today.”

His whole body goes still. The last trace of a smile vanishes. His gaze cuts to mine, sharp with sudden worry.

I hold his gaze and let out a breath. This isn’t just about the bureau or Vine anymore. What I show her today is going to crack her wide open. And I don’t know if any of us are ready for what comes after.

“She has both of us to help her through it.”

“I think the only way to get Lee out of what they have on her is to have her cut a deal.”

Julian shakes his head.

“No, even if she makes a deal, she might see jail time. I won’t let her. I have a few calls to make. A way out of this.”

I sit up in bed, and the sheet falls to my waist. I arrange it though it’s probably pointless. He saw my dick fucking Lee last night, I suppose.

“Care to share that ominous plan?”

His mouth tips up at one corner, but there’s no real humor in it. “You won’t like it.”

I feign shock, pressing a hand to my chest. “Does the good doctor have a shady side?”

“Fuck off.” His words are dry. “This good doctor has spent years sewing up powerful men and collecting favors.” Julian’s voice drops. “One of them owes me.”

We both stare at the bathroom door now.

“But not like… sexual favors, right?” I laugh, breaking our silence.

“You’re such a dick.”

“Hey, we just became best friends,” I shoot back, offended.

“I’ve given you my quota of pleasantries for today.”

I chuckle again, and he shakes his head, but the corner of his mouth is still twitching.

Lee walks out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her. She looks too pale and tired. Her collarbones are sharper. I want to cocoon her in my arms and keep her from everything and everyone.

But her thighs and ass though... Goddamn. The towel barely covers her. I like her curves. It’s making me hard just watching her.

She stops a few feet from the bed, biting her lower lip as she looks between us. Her eyes are wide, uncertain, but there’s heat there too.

“I love seeing the two of you in bed together. Being in between you last night was… Is this strange? I feel so selfish that I want you both.”

Julian stands without a word, completely naked, and crosses to her. I stay where I am, watching the way her gaze drags down his body and back up. The flush that creeps up her neck tells me exactly what she’s thinking. Surprisingly, I’m not jealous. Not even a little. If anything, the sight of them together like this only makes the ache in my cock worse.

Julian wraps a hand around her waist. “Ettie, you are the least selfish person I’ve ever met.”