It would be…wild.
“I’ll do that, Marcus. I’ll definitely let you know what goes down,” he stated.
That gave her an idea.
At his words, she further hatched her plan. It was going to be getting really warm in there in a few seconds.
For Ethan.
Elizabeth dropped to her knees and crawled under Chris’s desk to get into place. She could tell when Ethan knew what was coming.
His whole body tensed.
He was going to be suffering.
Already, she was rubbing him through the thin material of his pajama pants. In fact, she was gripping him and stroking.
Jesus!
He fought the need to shake.
As his wife jerked him off through his pants, Ethan focused on the conference call. He only had so much control, and it would be tested.
Here was his proof.
“If you need any of my men,” Marcus offered, “All you have to do is ask. I’ll shoot them right over.”
From the tightening of his balls, he knew someone was going to be shooting something, all right.
Him.
When she set him free, he was able to speak.
“That would be great,” Ethan stated.
Oh, she heard it in his voice.
There was that quiver.
Elizabeth pulled his dick from his pajama bottoms and stroked him out of the view of the camera. Ethan opened his legs for her, and she took that as his sign that he wasn’t going to be irritated post blowjob.
When she found him with her mouth, his hand moved beneath the desk and found the back of her head. He forced her down his erection until she couldn’t breathe.
And he held her there.
She swallowed him whole.
“We’ll be okay,” he said. “I’ll keep your offer in mind,” he stated.
“Good. How are the bones?”
Ethan fought to keep his face neutral.
It wasn’t easy since his wife was getting him wet from her saliva beneath the desk. He was trying to keep that need down, but it was so damn hard.
“They began digging about two hours ago,” he stated. “By morning, they will have a full excavation. Hopefully, people think it’s some public works nighttime project,” he muttered as he set her free.
Beneath the desk, he snapped his fingers, getting her attention. Then he pointed at his rock-hard dick.
She smiled.
Someone wanted to play along.
Well, that made it even more fun.
Elizabeth stroked and blew him. Each time she slid him out of her mouth, she sucked on the tip of his dick.
Ethan’s legs were shaking, and she knew he was barely holding onto control. From the waist up, he was Deputy Director Ethan Blackhawk. From the waist down, he was Ethan, her sexy, horny Native.
Emphasis on the horny part.
She worked him hard, and his whole body trembled. She could tell he was on the verge of losing it, so she slowed down, and tormented him with switching up the rhythm.
Ethan wanted to moan as her hand tightened on his dick and balls. This was going to be brutal.
“I’m sure it will work out,” Marcus said.
Yeah, he didn’t give a shit.
He was dealing with a more pressing issue. His wife was working him like some dick-starved hooker.
He could appreciate that.
Ethan knew it was time to end the call, so he could deal with his wife.
“Marcus, it’s getting late. Can we talk in the morning? I’m having a hard time focusing. I’ve been on duty for sixteen hours now.”
The man had been there himself so many times before.
“Yeah, go get rid of that stress with a shower and sleep. Tomorrow’s another day.”
Oh, his night was far from over.
As for getting rid of the stress?
Well, nothing worked better than sex. His wife was going to be on his lap and before she knew it.
“Have a good night,” he stated, trying not to let his eyes cross from his wife blowing him.
“Hunter out.”
It went black.
Ethan flipped the tablet facedown and dropped his head back as Elizabeth really got to work.
Ethan let her do her worst as he held on for dear life through it all.
“Elizabeth,” he muttered.
She didn’t stop.
“Baby, I’m going to cum. Please…”
She still didn’t stop.
He could feel the heat rising, his body tightening, and his dick throbbing.
Yeah, he needed more.
He needed her.
“Get up!” he ordered.
Elizabeth set him free, and he pulled her up his body and into his lap.
“Hello there, sexy. I was trying to get your attention,” Elizabeth stated. “It looks like I managed to do it too.”
Oh, she had.
Elizabeth naked could get his attention any damn day of the week. Her blowing him?
Yeah, he was all hers.
“I saw you come in, and thank you for the show, but now I’m all horny, so what are you going to do about it?” he asked. “Your mouth is wicked.”
She was aware.
She grabbed the scissors on the desk and hummed as she cut down the front of his t-shirt.
He laughed.
“I could have removed it,” he offered.
“I like it like this,” she said, pushing it from his shoulders to reveal the ink and body beneath.
When it was gone, her fingers traced her raven.
“You are the sexiest man when you’re sitting behind your desk working.”
“You’re the sexiest woman when you’re shaking your ass, naked, for me.”
Oh, she was aware.
“What are you going to do about it, Director Blackhawk? I’ve been a very bad girl.”
His body reacted to her calling him by his title.
That said it all.
This was going to be one hell of a wild ride, and he hoped she was ready for it. It looked like they were about to have really hot sex.
Lots.
“Like?” she asked.
He pulled her mouth to his and locked them together. That was all he had to say.
The kiss was explosive.
It filled her.
“My love,” she whispered when they broke apart. “You make me so happy.”
“You’re about to make me happy,” he admitted, forcing her from his lap to place her ass on the desktop.
“Do your worst,” she whispered as he throbbed against her. Ethan, while all business, had developed quite the wild side.
She loved it.
Slowly, quietly, not to wake the men upstairs, he slid into her body with one long, rough stroke.
“That will never get old,” he said, burying himself to the base of his erection.
“Ethan, God! Fuck me!”
Any control he had was gone.
He began moving, his dick sticking out above his pajama pants, his wife completely naked, and the sound of their breathing filling the room.
When she moaned and leaned backward, his hands traversed up her body to cup mounds of creamy breasts.
They were personal favorites of his.
Then again, he’d take any part of his woman.
“Ethan! More!” she hissed.
He was overheating.
What he wanted was to be flesh-to-flesh with her. It was consuming him, and there would only be one way to put out that fire.
They both needed to cum.
Picking his wife up, he carried her to the wall. He wanted a different angle.
He wanted to really bury himself in her until he could extinguish that fire burning in him.
“MORE!” she begged.
“Jesus! I really love my wife,” he muttered as he held her against the wall and pummeled her at the same time. His erection was rock-hard, and he was dying to cum.
In her.
In
his woman.
“I love you so much,” she said, staring into those midnight blue eyes. “I will always love my husband.”
He was so close.
She leaned into him and began whispering all kinds of sexy filth that he secretly loved. They were the things he dared not say out loud.
They’d make him one hell of a pervert, but they still lived in him—for her.
Only for his woman.
Ethan could feel her getting close. With his thumb, he flicked it over her tight clit.
She moaned.
Her body began milking his.
Ethan knew if he stayed in her, he was going to cum. He knew that he’d explode, and he wasn’t ready.
He wanted more.
Shoving her over, he pulled free of her body as she fell. He was breathing erratically, and he was three days past wild for her. All the foreplay had made him insane.
Turning, he slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Elizabeth was straddling him.
When she lifted her head, he kissed her again.
Her hands wandered, her body claimed his again.
She stroked him.
“I need you,” he whispered. “I need to let everything go and just feel.”
She got it.
Ethan was struggling too.
This was his way of sharing it with her.
Even the strongest of them needed to let that stress ebb away.
With him still in her body, she began her ride. Elizabeth rode him until she couldn’t ride him anymore. In his lap, her sexy deputy director beneath her, she gave him everything she had.
In that moment, she was his and his alone.
“Ethan!”
He moaned as she ground down on his erection. The feel of her body devouring his was enough to make him shake.
“I’m going to cum. I can’t hold on,” he whispered, staring up into her eyes as she drove herself down his dick one last time.
They both exploded.
Ethan’s long guttural moan was music to her ears. As his whole body shook, she knew they’d always have that.
They’d always have this moment when they both connected on that deep level.
Finally, the haze of pleasure passed, and Ethan could focus on the naked woman in his lap.
“One day, this is going to kill me. I’m going to die of sexiness overload,” he muttered, as she rested against him.
“I can’t help it. You make me wet, Director.”
He laughed.
“Want to tell me why you came in here and put on that sexy show?” he asked, running his thumb over her lower lip.
It was so damn kissable.
Ethan didn’t want to let the moment go. He needed to hold her a little longer.
He needed her.
“I was thinking about you.”
“What exactly about?” he asked.
Elizabeth knew she’d never be able to repay him for his kindness and love.
“Thank you for what you did for Chris. I know he’s not yours. I know he’s mine.”
He lifted her chin.
She was so very wrong about that.
“He may have started as yours, but time changed that. Why can’t we share? I know I’m never sharing your body with him, but I can share your heart. There’s enough of that love for me. I don’t have to be selfish.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“You’re scared for him, aren’t you?”
She nodded.
“I always figured when we were younger I’d die first. I mean, I have the dangerous job. Now I’m going to wake up one day and have to say goodbye. That blindsided me, and I don’t know how to handle it.”
She started weeping.
Ethan held her.
There was nothing worse than watching his strong wife break like this. Few things in life could damage her. Losing someone she loved…that would do it.
He wrapped her in his arms.
“I’m so sorry, Elizabeth. I’m so sorry that you’re going to lose a man you consider your brother. I’d take that pain from you if I could.”
She shook as he held her.
Here was her rock.
She needed him in that moment.
“I lost my mother, my father, Abigayle destroyed Georgie, Doc Trudeaux is gone, too, and now Chris…I’m going to lose him on top of it all.”
He knew how hard this was going to be for her.
“Shhhhh, I have you. I have you, my sweet girl. We’ll get through this together,” he promised. “I will help you take care of him, and we’ll make whatever time he has left amazing. We will protect our own.”
He clung to him.
When she began to cry herself out, he forced her to stand, he helped her into her panties and her clothes, and then picked her up in his arms.
He wanted her to sleep.
It would chase the pain away.
Carrying her upstairs, Callen woke when they came into the room. The floor creaked, giving them away.
“Did she finally break?” he asked.
Yeah, they both saw that coming.
“She’s cried herself out. You’re up,” he said, placing her between him and Chris. Then, he tried to find a spot in the king-sized bed.
It wasn’t easy, but he’d manage.
Sleep was for the weak anyway. Blackhawk would sleep when he was dead.
Tonight, he would watch over the people in his care. He would watch over his family. He was the one who would protect them while they regrouped.
Climbing in behind Chris, he snuggled down with his family.
Callen closed them in, and they cocooned around them.
And finally, they slept.
All.
Night.
Long.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Ivan’s Home
Once he’d been swapped out on protection duty by one of Ethan Blackhawk’s other guys, Ivan headed home.
What he wanted was to find his girl there, but deep down, he knew he was on his own.
While Elizabeth’s team was digging up the bodies, Blue could have left, and he hoped she did, but he was upset it wasn’t to that bed.
THEIR bed.
Already, he was willing to share it with her.
Only, that wasn’t what was happening. At that moment, he was in his room, staring at the ceiling and without hide nor hair of his sexy color.
Yeah, it was amazing how things could go so damn bad. Just that morning, he had been with Blue, and she’d been making love to him, laughing, and happy.
Now, he was miserable and alone.
And it was all his fault.
Still, a part of him was angry too. She could just give him this, but instead, she was digging her heels in.
The other part of him understood why she was upset with him.
Only, he didn’t know how to stop it.
God!
He was so damn confused.
Pulling out his phone, he sent her a text, hoping she’d at least talk to him.
‘Are you mad at me?’
He hit send and waited to see if she’d reply to him. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting it to happen. The entire time he’d watched her in Autopsy One before he’d headed out on protection duty, her demeanor said it all.
Blue wouldn’t even look at him.
His phone beeped.
‘No.’
Well, at least she was willing to communicate with him. That was a start.
Maybe Ivan could fix this.
Hopefully…
All he wanted was to save their relationship. This was all on him because he was afraid to face her parents down. This had nothing to do with Blue, but everything to do with him.
Rejection scared the shit out of him, and with something so huge on the line, he couldn’t risk losing her.
As he laid there, Ivan was overwhelmed by how much his bed smelled like her, and he wanted her in it.
So, he rattled off another text and crossed his fingers.
‘I can come get you if you want to sleep at my place. I miss you being here.’
He held his breath.
God!
Please don’t let her hate his guts. He needed her in his life. He needed Blue.
‘I’m working. Sorry.’
Well, that sucked.
‘Maybe tomorrow?’
Ivan knew he was pushing his luck. He knew that there was a chance he was going to crash and burn. If it was going to happen, then there was the point where it would go bad.
His phone beeped, and he read it.
Yep.
There it was.
Rejection sucked.
‘I have plans. Talk to you later.’
And that said it all. Blue had just drawn the line in the sand regarding his refusal to meet her parents. The irony was she was the easiest person in the world to get along with, and yet, here they were at this standstill.
When they’d been at his parent’s home, she got up early, helped him with chores on the farm, helped his mother make cookies, pie, and genuinely had a good time. She didn’t put up a fight, but now she was pissed.
Could he blame her?
Ivan didn’t give up. The mere idea that she had plans without him, and with someone else…
Yeah, it was bad.
‘I thought you canceled dinner?’
He sent it and knew it was bad to provoke a pissed off woman, but here it was. Ivan had that suddenly irrational fear that maybe their relationship was over.
Maybe she was handing him his walking papers.
Jesus!
He wanted to be sick.
This was the last thing that he wanted to happen, but she didn’t get it. He wasn’t good enough for her. He was about to face down a neurosurgeon and a pediatrician to be with their daughter.
That was daunting.
While she accepted him for all his tattered, damaged glory, there was no way a set of parents would let him near her.
Christ!
If he had a daughter, he wouldn’t let himself near her. He knew what kind of asshole he was.
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