The Gallows at Midnight (Agents of Interpol 2)

I’m going to end up killing her.

Dealing with Maria Johanson is a thousand times worse than Miranda ever was. She’s in prison still, thankfully. Dresden and I kept tabs on as many people as we could that didn’t go into witness protection. Caleb’s run Mason International since Blake left. He’s well, and Blake’s business is as good as ever.

I sigh, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. “Well, everyone get settled. Try and relax for a little while.”

Blake takes my hand, pulling me toward the farthest bedroom. I follow willingly, exhaustion bearing down on me like a thousand-pound weight. So much has happened so quickly and once again, my mind is struggling to keep up. It’s like the first six months with him all over. We’ve both changed, in more ways than I can comprehend. Thinking that coming back would be all sweet and happy was the biggest lie my mind has cooked up in a long time.

Dropping his hand, I move into the room. It’s dominated by a king-sized bed in the center of the back wall. A large, glass window overlooks a perfectly manicured lawn with a pond in the distance nestled against the tree line. Woods surround the house, closing us off from the rest of humanity.

At least we can see someone approaching.

“What have you and Dresden been doing for the last year?” Blake’s voice is measured, his words hesitant. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, toying with his wedding band.

“Have you worn that the whole time?”

He smiles sadly. “Yes. Even if you hadn’t come back, I don’t think I’d ever have taken it off.”

“Me either.”

As I stop in front of him, he grabs my hand and pulls me against him, pressing his head to my stomach. His hair is soft under my fingers, a low moan escaping his lips as I lightly run my nails along his scalp.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he whispers.

“Please don’t be upset, Blake. I’m here now.” I grasp his head in my hands, forcing him to look at me. Tears shine in his eyes, making my heart sink. “I’ll do anything to make this up to you.”

His hand cups my backside as he presses his lips to my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair, careful to stay away from his shoulder. Pulling back, he slides his sling off and lays it across the bed. I bite my bottom lip as he winces, wrapping both his arms around me.

“Blake, don’t. You’re supposed to rest.”

“I’m tired of resting. I need you.”

“You’re going to do permanent damage if you don’t listen to the doctor.”

Gently, he lifts the hem of my shirt and trails his lips across my skin, his tongue darting out along the way. My back arches slightly, my blood flaming. “Please, Lily,” he whispers against my skin, his breath warm and inviting.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath.

Carefully, I help him peel his shirt off. His skin is a

gorgeous tan, muscles ripped and taut as he palms my ass with his good hand. I take his hand and pull him up from the bed. He winces as he straightens his left arm. My eyes stay on his as I pop the button of his jeans. They fall to the floor, and he’s completely naked, looking like a Greek god.

I suck in a ragged breath, my chest and groin both tightening in anticipation.

Gracefully, he sits back on the bed, his hand trailing up and down my thigh. His erection is hard and waiting, my body yearning to jump him, to have him inside me again.

I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip of his arousal. My hands clasp his thighs as he tangles his fingers in my hair. His hips flex as I push him deeper into my mouth, relishing in the way he tenses and shudders.

“Lily, stop,” He pleads.

I stand, licking my lips, watching the need and desire dance in his eyes. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt, I bite my bottom lip, and his eyes scanning my body greedily as I drop my clothes on the floor.

He scoots to the edge of the bed, and I straddle him, easing myself onto his waiting erection. He grips the back of my neck with his right hand, gently squeezing my hip with the other. I moan, loving the fullness of him being inside me after a year apart.

Our lips meet and as the kiss deepens, I move up and down on him, slow and gentle, making love to him, but careful not to hurt him in any way.

“Oh, baby,” he moans into my mouth.

I speed up fractionally. He brings his hips up to meet my downward motions, and we find a steady rhythm, pushing each other to the brink. His grip tightens around me, and as my insides quicken, I gasp and run my fingernails down his chest.