the tape around him and the chair."
"Malin—"
"Shut up, Ezra. I'm in charge. You speak when I tell you to speak."
Emilia secures his body, and I say, "Now tape his calves to the legs of the chair.
She does it.
When she finishes, I step closer. "Where are the folders?"
"What folders?" he asks.
"Don't play dumb. Emilia, finish looking through the drawer." I take a moment to assess if she is okay, but other than her earlier hesitation, she doesn't seem fazed.
Ezra's face is red with anger. He glares at me through his glasses.
I lean down. "You have ten seconds to tell me where they are, or I shoot you right here. Ten...nine..."
"Got them!" Emilia says.
I pick up the duct tape, put a piece over Ezra's mouth, then scan the folders Emilia found. I shove them in my bag, put my gun in my pants pocket, and pick up her hand. "Let's go."
"What about Ezra?" she asks.
"Let him burn in hell."
Her eyes widen. She swallows hard, and they exchange a look.
"Emilia—"
"We're done here," she replies and opens the door.
That's my girl.
I check the coast is clear, and we step out. We pass the few offices, go into the stairwell, and move quickly down the ten flights.
We step out into the night and get right in the truck. Neither of us says a word. I drive for an hour until we're out of the city and pull over into the jungle.
The moment I put the truck in park, Emilia straddles me, pressing her lips to mine and sliding her tongue in my mouth. Her hands urgently unzip my pants, and she pushes her shorts to the side. She takes all of me in her, already wet and whimpering.
Her hot kisses bring lightning to my veins. I wrap my arms around her, fist her hair, and tug on it.
"Oh God...you were so hot," she breathes and lifts my shirt, kissing my chest, then sucking on my collarbone.
"You did perfect, ma belle."
She circles her hips on me while tugging her shirt off.
I dip down, sucking on the pink of her breasts while she rides me faster and moans.
"Make me come, please, Malin."
I stick my thumb in her mouth, and she sucks on it, then I put it between us and rub her clit.
"Oh...oh...talk dirty in French."
I do as she asks, but it's not dirty. I tell her everything I want to but haven't. "My cock has never felt better than when it's in you. But it's not only my cock that wants you, my pretty, pretty ma belle. You are extraordinary in ways I can't define. I don't want to be away from you. Once I do what I need to, I'm going to ask you to be my wife. I'm not sure how it's possible, but I love you, and you are my forever."
"Oh fuck, Malin!" she screams.
I grab her hips and urgently move her on top of me. I usually take my time, but I need it as much as she does.
She spasms on my cock, and I lose all control, spurting my hot seed deep inside her.
I hold her tightly to me in the aftermath as her body convulses with mine. I'm still holding her when she murmurs in my ear, "I love you, too."
15
Emilia
He loves me.
I don't know what else he said, but he said he loves me.
I'm still flying high from the adrenaline rush of breaking into Ezra's office and finding the paperwork we needed, having sex with Malin, and hearing him tell me he loves me.
And I love him. I don't need to think about it. If I had to sacrifice myself for him, I would. I've never been in love before. I didn't understand how a woman could feel so strongly about a man. But now I do.
And he gives me the strength to be the person I want to be instead of who I've been my entire life.
"Did you understand everything else I said, ma belle?"
"Something about your cock."
His lips twitch. He kisses me, and I let myself get lost in him, letting him slowly explore my mouth, shuddering from the new growing need forming in my core.
When we separate our lips, he murmurs, "I have to get Gustave the information in the folders."
Important stuff now. More sex later.
The windows are foggy and it's dark so I can't see out. I roll off him and pull the folder out of the bag.
He brushes the back of his fingers across the side of my breast. "You going to stay topless,