I was sent to capture the CIA's most wanted fugitive.
But things took a tragic turn,
My entire team was murdered before my eyes, and I was kidnapped by said fugitive.
It seemed like my government had forgotten me and I became a puppet for the fugi...
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I wake up tangled in skin and body heat. A different body wraps itself around me, harder, firm and more muscular than mine. There’s also a hard erection nestled in my ass, poking me as I smile involuntarily. My heart thunders in my chest as memories of being tied and fucked mercilessly slam into my mind. His body is warm, and then it hits me, I’ve never actually seen him sleep, or seen his eyes shut. He’s always on edge, restless, but now with his body against mine, I can feel the steadiness of his heartbeat, in sync with mine. And so, I turn over to get a good look at his face, while I keep myself in his warmth.
Andreas Hidalgo is a beautiful man. So beautiful that I might actually forget the circumstances that brought me here and the things at stake. So beautiful that I just want the earth to stop spinning and suspend us both in space and time, and so I can watch him endlessly. The slow rise and fall of his chest, the light flutter of his long lashes, the small scowl on his face. He seems peaceful, a stark contrast to the man I hunted in New York. I place my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my palm, wondering what definition to give the raging storm of emotions in my chest.
The door to the master bedroom slams open and I gasp. Enrico stands there, doing a good job at concealing how much he wants to gape at us. I pin him with a look.
“I’ll come back some other time.” He stammers and he exits the room, shutting the door behind him.
I turn back to my captor, my husband. He is still fast asleep with a deep scowl on his face. I reach to touch the scar on his lower jaw, but his free hand grabs my hand on his chest with a maddening force. His mismatched eyes stare at me with a fire that settles when they recognize me. His eyes soften almost immediately, releasing my hand, allowing me to touch him.
“Good morning to you too, Mrs. Hidalgo.” He murmurs in a sleep-stricken voice that I find sexy. I want to argue with him, to tell him that I never agreed to take his last name, but then again, I never agreed to be here in the first place. And so, the argument dies in my throat.
“You slept.” I find the words to say to his mesmerizing eyes taking all my breath away.
“I watched you all night.” He murmurs, his hand reaching between my legs, brushing over my pussy and pulling me closer to him. One of his thighs is in between my legs, and the other protects my other leg.
“Scared I was going to run away?” I attempt a tease. It feels somewhat strange, we’ve never had actual conversations, and so I’ve never had to tease him.
“Scared you weren’t real, and maybe just a figment of my imagination.” He murmurs, his voice low, yet his deep baritone resounds in my ears. My chest tightens at his words, and so I press my pussy to his bare thigh, and he makes a strangled sound that rumbles in his chest.
“Does this feel like an imagination to you?” I whisper and his eyes lock on mine.
“You are real.” He admits, a small smile spreading on his lips.
