He ground against my ass, teasing that hole. I wasn’t sure I wanted to have a repeat of anal play until this baby was born. Not because it was kinky, but because I wasn’t sure if feeling any fuller down there would be a good sensation. I was already sore from carrying this baby. It could wait until after he or she was born and I recovered.
“What about working?” he asked as he lined up his dick to slide into me.
“I don’t want to.”
“Even if we need your help?” he asked. “With all that you know?”
I groaned as he thrust the rest of the way in. “Now? You want to talk about our futures now?”
He chuckled, leaning up to kiss me as he played with my nipple. All the while, he slid in and pulled back out, urging me to relax and come.
“I want you to be a good girl and come for me.”
“Oh, I will.” I arched into him, trying to help us both find our release. Putting my arm back, I held on to his ass to push him toward me. But now that he’d asked, it was on my mind. “And yes, of course I’ll be a consultant. Always. Whatever I can do to make the world safer.”
He twisted again to kiss me, keeping his mouth hot and insistent on mine as he parted my lips. Tongues tangled. Breath mingled. As he coaxed me to let go and embrace the bliss of this orgasm that crashed through me, I felt the jerk of his dick deep inside me as he flooded me with his cum.
“No matter what your dreams are, Sadie,” he said several minutes later after we lay together and caught our breath, “I will do everything I can to make them come true.”
I smiled, keeping my eyes closed. Turning slightly, I kissed him gently and knew that nothing would ever shatter that vow he gave me.
“I hope I can do the same for you, too,” I whispered sleepily.
He moved his hand to rest it on my belly. “You already have, my little agent. You already have.”
We cleaned up and got back into bed. This time, we were too tired to play around again.
I lay with him, snuggled in and so secure, but he seemed to be awake with one pressing question lingering in his mind.
“You know you can’t come along, right?”
I sighed, nodding.
“If you were planning to direct us in Haiti or wherever this ends up, I can’t handle that distraction of knowing you’re near danger and focus on killing?—”
“I know, Emil. I know.” I kissed him, gazing into his dark-blue eyes, captivated all over again by the adventure and affection that shone from them. I had been ready to tell him good night and that I loved him—the first time I’d used those three words—but he changed the topic back to business and work.
“I know I can’t be at the site,” I admitted. “Which is okay. It’s appropriate. I appreciate having the chance to plan and direct this mission.” I kissed him softly. “And I trust you to keep our family safe.”
“I always will,” he promised. “You never have to doubt that. I will always protect you and all that we build together.”
33
EMIL
Preparing for an assassination was something I handled solo. For most of my kills, the hits were straightforward and directly traceable. One or two individuals at a time.
This was different.
Simon’s assistance was a standard I relied on to do my job well, but this project was much more in-depth and more of a layered mission than usual. Multiple men would go with me to the final spot where the takedown would occur.
Throughout the day, teams of spies headed out to follow the men and women Sadie identified as the likely decoy representatives. A variety of organizations were implicated, and I was amazed by how vast the net had been set out for Sadie to be able to analyze and pinpoint who was who and who was headed to which location. This amount of research and behind-the-scenes work was massive.
I stood with Ivan and Alexsei in the meeting room at my father’s mansion.
The boards on the walls and the screens projecting webs of connections depicted with linked images would’ve been an unnavigable mess without Sadie’s help.
“How do you think she’ll adjust?” Ivan asked.
