Page 84 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

Before she can grab the second cookie, I speak up from where I’m leaning against the counter.

“He’s right, baby. Do as he says, or your other daddy will have to punish you.”

She freezes with her fingers hovering over the cookie. Slowly, she drops it back onto the tray and fans her face with both hands.

“Fucking hell, that’s hot,” she says, voice raspy. “I probably need to talk to someone about it though. You’ve given me a serious kink and turned me into a cum fiend.”

Julian grabs her by the waist and leans in close, his mouth brushing her ear.

“No, you’re just a good girl,” he whispers.

The space is small enough that I hear every word. Lee’s breath catches, and a visible shiver runs through her. She fans her face again, cheeks flushed.

“Jesus,” she mutters. “Your dirty talk is going to actually make me combust one of these days.”

Julian just shakes his head, smiling, and she leans in to press a quick kiss to his cheek before slipping away from him. She comes around the table and drops into the chair beside me.

I don’t give her the chance to get comfortable. I hook an arm around her waist and haul her straight into my lap. She lets out a soft laugh but doesn’t fight it, settling against my chest with her legs draped over mine.

Dinner is fun.

Julian tells some ridiculous story about pulling a bottle out of a man’s ass when he was a resident and new on rotation. He has us all laughing until Lee’s eyes are watering.

She eventually slides off my lap and back into her own chair, but she leaves her feet in my lap under the table. Julian keeps reaching over every few minutes to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, like he can’t stop touching her. Every now and then, her toes press lightly against my thigh, and I rest my hand there.

For a little while, it almost feels normal. Like maybe we could actually have this.

But when Lee eventually stands and heads to the bathroom, the easy warmth in my chest turns to lead. I wait until I hear the bathroom door click shut before I look at Julian.

What I’m about to tell Julian is going to break our little bubble.

“I lied about when Fuller would be back.”

Julian’s brows pull together. He sets his fork down slowly.

“I’m leaving tonight,” I continue, keeping my voice low. “I need to get to him before Lee tries anything.”

“Elliot, no.” He shakes his head, voice tight. “We can figure something out. We don’t have to do it like this.”

I meet his eyes and hold them. We both know that’s not true. This is our only option.

“Be safe, El. Call me when it’s done.”

I nod at him and make a silent promise to end this for our girl. Then I turn and go to the bedroom. I’ll wait until she’s asleep to leave.

Julian will take care of her. At least I can take comfort in that.

CHAPTER 25

Lee

I’ve never been so loved, so worshipped, or so well fucked. My body still aches, and I don’t think I’ll ever walk right again.

Last night, we didn’t have sex. We just curled up together in the dark, trading slow kisses while they both told me how much they love me. How they want to give me babies. How they want to keep me between them for the rest of our lives.

I want that too. God, I want it so badly it hurts. But I also know I have to end this shit before any of us can have it.

Elliot must have already gotten up.