Page 83 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

I lift my hips just enough to help as she pulls me free.

Her fingers wrap around my cock, and she strokes me slowly, base to tip, like she’s savoring the feel of me in her hand.

I groan into her lips and keep kissing her, wanting her to have control this time. She has to know she controls all of me by now.

Inch by inch, she slides me deep inside her, the heat making my jaw clench. She’s so warm and wet around me that it takes everything I have not to thrust up into her. But I don’t. I stay still, hands trailing along her back, letting her take what she needs.

Lee braces her hands on my shoulders and starts to move.

It’s not fast. She rolls her hips in slow, deep circles, taking me all the way inside before rising up again.

Every time she sinks back down, a soft sound escapes her. I watch her face and the way her lips part, the way her lashes flutter when she’s all the way seated on me. My hands slide across her soft skin to the undersides of her breasts as she rides me.

“You feel so good,” she breathes, forehead dropping to mine.

Her body clamps down around my length, and she buries her face in my neck. She comes with a quiet sound and grips me so tightly my breath catches. I hold her through it, pressing kisses to her shoulder and the side of her neck while she shakes in my arms.

Only when she’s trembling and spent do I let myself move. I thrust up into her a few more times, chasing my own release, and come deep inside her with her name on my lips. She stays right there, wrapped around me, breathing hard against my skin as I pulse inside her.

“I’m so fucking in love with you, Elliot Ryker,” she breathes against my skin and lays her head on my shoulder.

“I love you too.” It’s more than that. I’ve never needed anything more than I do her love. She makes me want to burn everything down for her, as cliché as that sounds. And I’m going to.

Julian walks in from the gym. Sweat darkens the collar of his shirt, and his hair is damp at the temples. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just catches sight of us wrapped around each other and gives Lee a small, knowing wink before heading into the kitchen.

“Hope you two worked up an appetite,” he calls over his shoulder. “I’m making dinner after I shower. Clothes optional, babydoll.”

Lee lets out a quiet laugh. I smile against her hair, my arms tightening around her for a moment.

Eventually, she sits up, still a little flushed, and reaches for my hand. I let her pull me to my feet. Without a word, the three of us go get cleaned up.

The shower turns the bathroom hazy, steam curling around us until the rest of the cabin disappears.

Lee stands between us, her head tips back, and water runs down her back.

Julian works shampoo through her hair, slow and careful, his fingers gentle against her scalp. I press my mouth to her shoulder and let my hands follow the water down her ribs, over her hips, along every inch of her skin.

Then she looks up at us through wet lashes, and I forget about getting clean. With a smirk, she drops to her knees and takes turns with both of us, her mouth warm and eager, until we’re both breathing harder and gripping her shoulders.

When the water runs cold, we stumble out. My pulse is wrecked, but Lee looks satisfied.

By the time we reach the main room, garlic and onions are already sizzling in the kitchen. Julian works silently.

“I’m starving,” I tell him. The fridge squeaks when I open it and grab some water bottles. I twist off the lid then hand it to Julian and leave one on the counter for Lee.

Jasper is still passed out in the top box of his new tower.

Lee’s wearing one of my shirts again. The hem hits her mid-thigh. The way she looks in my clothes is fucking sinful. She heads straight for the kitchen island and snatches a cookie off the baking sheet before Julian can stop her.

He swats at her hand without even turning around.

“Dinner first, Ettie,” he says, a smile in his voice. “You burned a lot of calories today. You need protein.”

“You aren’t the boss of me, Julian Jameson,” she fires back, already reaching for another cookie.

Julian finally glances over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised.

“I know,” he says smoothly. “I’m your daddy.”