He stumbled back a bit, but his arms wrapped around my waist and after a minute, he buried his head in my neck. “Lacey.”
“I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again,” I whispered into his ear.
“I made you a promise, didn’t I?”
I nodded and pulled back a little. “Yes.”
He rested his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes. “And now I have all the time in the world to consume you, little by little.” His gaze flickered down. “But there seems to be more of you.”
I stepped back and bit my lip as I smoothed my hands over my dress, revealing my little baby bump. “I didn’t have a way to contact you.”
He stared down in what I could only tell to be horror, before locking eyes with me. “A baby?”
I nodded. “Without my birth control and you coming in me all the time, it was bound to happen. I just didn’t think I’d be alive.”
In a tentative move, he reached out, his fingers flexing as he neared, and placed his hand against my abdomen. Just then she kicked, bumping the spot where his hand was. His eyes widened and he swallowed hard.
“I…I…”
“Let me go grab my bag and we’ll go…home. We can talk about it there.”
He nodded, expression blank.
Telling an assassin he was going to be a father was easier than I thought, but I worried about his reaction. Would it change his mind? Would he leave me again?
My heart hammered in my chest, and I hoped in the few minutes I was gone that he wouldn’t leave.
“Who is it?” Sue asked when I returned to my desk.
Pulling open my drawers, I grabbed my tote and purse, and threw my water bottle inside. “My husband.”
“Your husband?”
I nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Wait! Lacey!”
I jogged back down, eyes wide, praying he was still there and sighing in relief when he was right where I’d left him.
I held out my hand. “Come on.”
His brow furrowed and he slowly reached out, slipping his hand in mine.
The walk was silent and not leisurely. He kept looking at me, glancing down at my stomach. I couldn’t get us back fast enough.
Thankfully, Esther wasn’t out when we arrived. Up the stairs and unlocking the door, I stepped in, but he remained outside. His gaze was on the floor, to my flour.
All I could think was if that was the moment he left, unable to come in. Unable to deal with the life he created. The devastation it would cause me. Months of wondering if he was okay, if he was coming back. He stood in my door, so close, and I waited for his decision.
One step in, then another, before he slammed the door behind him. I started to smile, but the look in his eye as he charged toward me made my eyes pop open.
Large hands grabbed on to my waist and lifted me up onto the counter as his lips attacked mine. Frenzied, needy, all-consuming want took over. I was so lost in the sudden confusion, I didn’t even notice what was going on until his cock pushed its way inside me.
The sudden and unexpected filling of my pussy had me gasping for air as my fingers fisted his shirt.
“My child.” His thrust rocked me on the edge of the counter, and I could do nothing but hold on. “My wife.”
His words sent shivers down my spine. His. I was forever his.
As warped as it was, it made me happy.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me as close as possible. The pounding of his hips increased, the pleasure rippling through me. Fast and hard until he let out a roar.
He held me in a crushing grip as his cock twitched, filling me with his come.
A moan rippled through him, vibrating against my chest as I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him to me.
My death was beginning again, and for the first time, that made me happy.
“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” I asked a few hours later as we lay in bed, completely spent after another round. My skin prickled in soothing tingles as his fingers caressed my shoulder and arm.
“I found Five and Seven. You should’ve seen the look on people’s faces when we walked into Langley.”
I gasped. “They knew who you were?”
He smirked. “No, but their sophisticated security didn’t like the hardware we brought with us.”
“Did you shoot your way in?”
“Only a little.”
I sat up and stared down at him, resting my hand on his chest. “Seriously?”
He tucked an arm behind his head. “It’s hard to get into a place you work for when only a few people know you do and you have no identification to confirm it. They tried to detain us.”
“But you wouldn’t let that happen.”
“No fucking way after everything. An hour into a Mexican standoff later and someone finally came. He tried to get us to drop our guns, so I shot him in the leg.”
“What?”
He shrugged. “Five semi automatics aimed at me, I get antsy. I told him not until we saw Wolesley, and even then he couldn’t have my gun.”
“Why didn’t they shoot you?”
“Oh, they tried.”