“I turned it all in.” I’d grabbed the information because she told me to. I hadn’t even thought about it. My only focus had been on her and getting her out of the warehouse. If the CIA wanted to thank anyone, it should be her. “They got what they wanted and I’m done with all that. Nothing from that life will ever touch us.”

I had been out of the CIA for a while already, working only for Miles toward the end. My old handler was shocked to see me when I showed up with the evidence. I let him know he needed to make sure a burned-down warehouse could never be traced back to me. That nothing about the CIA or my work with them would ever surface. That life was behind me, and I wanted none of it creeping back up. Ever.

“How long until I have your job?” Paige asks, crawling from my lap and changing the subject. She lets it all go, leaving it in the past where it belongs. Moving toward our future.

“You after my job, kitten?” I lean back on the bed and watch her look around the little hut. She still has no idea where we are.

“It would be fun to boss you around from time to time,” she says, like she doesn’t already do it. She creeps toward one of the windows before a gasp leaves her lips.

“Are we over the water?”

“Yes.”

“Where are we?”

For some reason I don’t want to tell her. I like the idea of her being lost, with only me to hold on to. I don’t care if that idea is a little fucked up.

I get up from the bed and walk over toward her, wrapping my arms around her from behind and looking out into the clear blue ocean with her.

“You’re with me,” I finally tell her, making her shake her head and giggle.

“Then I think you picked the perfect place for our honeymoon, because there isn’t anywhere else in the whole world I’d rather be.”

“Good, because it’s ours.”

She turns, looking up at me. “What do you mean, it’s ours?”

“I own it.”

“You own this hut?”

“Yes. And the whole island it sits on.”

Her eyes widen, like she doesn’t quite believe me. The island isn’t giant, but it’s a nice size.

“Miles pays good, but not that good,” she counters. I smile. Miles pays more than good, actually.

“I was smart with my money.” I invested in almost everything Miles told me to, and it paid. Big time. “I made sure I put it in the right places and I don’t spend much. Unless you count this little island.”

“Little island,” she laughs. “That’s fine, Captain, because I love shoes and I’ll spend the shit out of your money for you.”

“As long as I get to fuck you while you wear them, you’ll never hear me complain. Besides, it’s half yours now.” Hell, it’s all hers if you ask me. The only reason I ever invested money was because I had an endgame to make her mine, and I knew families cost money. I needed to build a life for us. Make sure I could give her anything and everything she dreamed of.

“Hmm.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “How about nothing at all?” She rubs her naked body against mine. “If you own this island, does that mean I can jump in like this?” She breaks from my grasp, walking toward the sliding doors. I watch her as she pulls them open and steps out onto the deck and into the sunshine.

I let her, knowing there isn’t anyone else on the island. There won’t be for the next two weeks. It will be only her and me.

“Oh, there’s a boat.” She lifts her hand to wave, and I’m on her in the blink of an eye, pulling her back into the hut.

She breaks out in a fit of giggles, and I quickly realize she was fucking with me. There’s no boat. I growl. I throw her over my shoulder, carry her over to the bed and toss her onto it.

The laughing stops, and a look of lust crosses her face. She crawls backward on the bed, licking her lips. When she gets to the headboard, she lets her legs drop open, my come still coating her, tempting me with her pussy, making my mouth water. I want her taste all over me again. It’s been too long since I’ve had my mouth between her legs.

“You like to get me worked up?” I ask. I already know the answer. She gets off on this shit. It’s a good thing my jealousy and caveman tendencies make her wet, or we could have problems. I’m not sure they are something I can control. Not with her.

I put one hand on the bed and watch her breathing pick up. I reach out, grabbing her ankle, pulling her down and back to me. When I get her where I want her, I flip her over, landing one smack to her ass. She moans, sticking her ass even more into the air. And as if overcome with need, she parts her legs a little more.

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