When she bit him hard, Callen began squirming beneath her. In his mind, he was willing her South. He wanted her to travel back down his body to his rock-hard dick.
Shit!
He was struggling to breathe.
“Angel,” he muttered, as she blew her warm breath across his erection. “Take me for a ride.”
She glanced up his body and grinned wickedly.
Here was his badass, fallen angel. She was dangerous, she was his wife, and she was his reason to live.
“I love your hair.”
She shook it out.
Callen wanted to bury his hands in that silkiness. When it ran across his body, he wanted to beg her to rub it across his dick too. That touch of silkiness gave him chills.
“Oh, you want me to touch you?” she asked.
“Please,” he begged.
Elizabeth hopped off his body.
Oh, this was the part of the game he didn’t like the first time, but then he remembered what was coming.
It made him grin.
When she picked up his tie, he already knew it was going to be wild. She wasn’t taking a shortcut with this one. She was giving him all the bells and whistles.
“Ready, Director?” she asked, running the silk of his blue tie across his flesh. She wrapped it around his erection and pulled it tight.
He moaned and dropped his head back.
Yeah, this was hot.
“Miss Kitty missed you. It’s been a while since you’ve asked for her. I thought you didn’t miss her. I guess I have to punish you for being a bad boy.”
“Yes, punish me.”
Callen was that damn turned on. She could do whatever she wanted to him, and he was there.
It was hot how she became this woman so easily, and he knew that he was a lucky, lucky man.
“What do you really want?” she whispered, undulating against his body like some viper, ready to strike.
“Sex,” he whispered. “I want raw, dirty sex.”
There was that seductive southern laughter.
She slithered back up his body like she had in New Orleans, and then she handed him the exact same line.
“Oh, Director, this is where we fuck.”
His heart thudded like he was running a race.
“But first, darlin’, let’s get this done.”
He knew where it was going, and he found out he was right.
She blindfolded him.
“Oh, Jesus, I may cum right now,” he muttered, as she made him feel what was to come.
As the light went out, the pleasure began.
His wife was touching him everywhere, and he didn’t think he could hold on for long.
This was hotter the second time around.
She bit him on the exact same nipple and rubbed herself against his body.
“Do you want to sleep with me?” she whispered in his ear, trying to make him crazy.
“God! Yes! You’re so wicked!” Callen hissed, as his body was pushed to the edge.
Her nails scraped.
Her teeth left bite marks.
Elizabeth kissed him for all she was worth. Tongues did battle, teeth scraped, nipped, and drove him straight into the heat. When she was finished tormenting, she slid down his body to his bobbing dick.
“Let’s see how this goes,” she said, recalling the last time, and she couldn’t help but grin like a fool.
Her mouth found him.
She worked him so hard, she thought she’d suck him inside out. Callen was strong to hold out. She was pulling out all the stops.
“Let me see you!” he begged—just like last time.
She didn’t let up.
Callen was in heaven.
She was stroking his erection.
Cupping his balls.
Melting his flesh with hot openmouthed kisses.
It was his biggest fantasy come true, and he was madly in love with her and Miss Kitty.
“Tell me what you want.”
“More. I want more!”
She grinned.
Elizabeth was not surprised.
If she remembered correctly, last time she was shouting his name as she came.
Well, it was time to go back there.
Crawling up his body, Elizabeth knelt over his face. She didn’t even have to tell him what she was doing. He could feel her thighs on either side of his head.
And Callen was starving.
He’d never say no to this.
There was a sexy woman riding his face.
He dove in, forcing her to the edge in seconds, thanks to his need to devour her. With his mouth, he gave her so much pleasure as she ground against his eager tongue and lips.
This was heaven.
For both of them…
As she came, his name on her lips, he kept dining on her—Miss Kitty was his.
He could do this all day.
He forced her to come again, but before he wanted it to end, she stood, stopping his fun.
“What do you want now?” she asked.
“Wax me!”
Well, his wish was her command.
She grabbed one of the candles and upended it, dumping wax all over his chest. It landed with a splash, coating his flesh.
Callen’s body bowed, and he moaned.
“Oh, fuck. Yes! God, yes! More!”
With her, he could be himself. He could let the kiss of pain take over, and he wasn’t ashamed.
Elizabeth loved him as he was.
As she continued to drip liquid wax down his body, she went lower and lower.
As it hit the tip of his erection, he bucked wildly on the bed. Then she dumped more.
“Yes! Give me all you have, Miss Kitty!”
Elizabeth hit him with more wax and his body told the tale. He was close to cumming.
It was time to play with him.
Kneeling between his legs, she ran a finger across his erection. The vein in his dick was throbbing, and he was swollen with need.
She loved him like this.
With each touch, he moaned, struggling to get her to make him cum. He was pulling at the handcuffs, trying to get free. With his fingers, he got the blindfold off, and he stared down his body.
The visual was a million times worse.
She was kneeling between his legs, flicking wax off of his body with the tip of her tongue.
He’d be jerking off to this visual while she was gone.
That was for damn sure.
“Horny?” she asked, swirling her tongue around the tip of his erection to lick away the wetness.
Callen was on the edge.
“YES!”
Her mouth covered his dick, and she began working his erection between her lips.
Elizabeth made him suffer.
Teeth scraped.
She nipped.
Callen moaned so loudly, that she was sure everyone downstairs had heard him.
Doing this to him had its price. She wanted him now more than anything. Her own control was tattered and slipping.
She wanted to ride him until they both came from it all. As she moved into position, he watched her.
Elizabeth was inches from his raging erection.
“Do it,” he hissed. “Jesus! Just do it! I want to be buried in you up to my balls.”
He’d said that to her that night, too, and then, he didn’t think he could want her more.
Now…
He proved himself wrong.
Callen had never wanted her more than he did in that very moment.
Slowly, she slid down his erection.
It was torture.
They both were breathing heavily, but he was poised on the edge, ready to fall.
She could make or break him.
He was better in the former.
As Elizabeth fully engulfed him, she began moving. As she bounced, his body was taut like a wire.
“Oh, Callen,” she whispered. “I’m going to miss you and your dick.”
Tha
t was music to his ears.
Callen loved that she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her.
“Wait until our honeymoon. I’m going make you insane each day,” she promised, giving him something to think about and hold onto while she was away.
“Please set me free! I want to take you!”
Last time, she hadn’t, but that sounded so damn appealing. Grabbing her key from beside the bed, she set him free.
Callen moved.
He was now in control.
“My turn to show you pleasure,” he muttered, beginning to slide in and out of her body. He was driving into her, holding nothing back.
As he did, Elizabeth ran her hands down his chest, flicking off more wax.
As he worked his way in and out of her body, she whimpered beneath him but wanted more.
God!
This was totally his soulmate. He was pounding himself into her, and still, she wanted more.
“Harder!”
He gave her what she wanted. He forced her thighs further apart so he could get deeper into her body.
He was abusing her body and treating her like only a way to get off.
Well…
This was Miss Kitty.
This was his personal slut.
Callen kept going, changing the angle, altering the speed, until Elizabeth was on the edge.
“Cum in me, Callen. GOD! CUM in me!”
Oh, that was his plan.
As his hair fell all over them, like a curtain of brown silk, he watched his erection slide into her body over and over again.
He was just about there…
A few more thrusts and he was done with control.
He was done.
This was done.
As he pinned her beneath him, he held on for one hell of a ride. His wife was taking him on one, once again.
He shouted her name.
She begged him to cum.
Together, they both fell, and it was one hell of a tumble. The entire time, neither of them moved, and finally, when Callen opened his eyes and stared down at her, she was grinning wickedly as if she’d won some battle.
“Elizabeth, you’re a bad girl.”
“And?”
“I wouldn’t have you any other way. Thank you for giving me that night all over again.”
She cuddled for a few seconds.
“I’ll miss you.”
He would miss her too.
“I’ll be here for when you come back,” he vowed, promising her to always be there. “Take care of my brother. He’s going to need someone to watch his back. Vegas is a dirty place.”
She would.
She’d have both of their backs.
Forever.
Because they were hers.
Always.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
FBI
Hoover Building
Morgue
After her little rendezvous with Callen at their home, they were both tormented by Ivan all the way to the office. He seemed to think it took way too long to get changed.
He teased.
He joked.
And then Elizabeth shut him down.
“I can force Ethan to bring you with me to the other side of the country when we go to Vegas. You won’t see Blue for weeks...”
He was horrified.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would. I was just going to take Heath, but I can switch that out.”
“Bitch.”
“Don’t play with the big boys, Ivan, if you can’t keep up.”
He laughed.
As they headed into the office, her first stop had to be the morgue. Elizabeth needed to check in with her team.
Once in the room, her first stop was Christina, who looked beat.
“Anything?”
She shook her head.
“No prints and the DNA is not hitting in any database. Our killer has never been in trouble before, and he’s staying one step ahead of us. The black hair matched the semen, and that’s all I have, but you knew that.”
Yeah, that did NOT make her happy.
She focused on the two agents and the detective, hoping they would have something for her.
At this point, she’d take speculation.
It was a first.
“Anything?” she asked. “Have you connected the women together? Or have you linked them to each other?”
Noah shook his head.
“They don’t connect, Elizabeth. I checked credit cards, and Beverly didn’t have either of the women as customers. Then I checked everyone else’s credit cards and they never went to ‘Coopers’. Finally, I checked if anyone headed to the post office, and they didn’t. I can’t connect them by even a coincidence. The only way they connect is through O’Banion. Carl has to be playing with him. He has to know where he is.”
Maybe.
She still had her gut suspicions, and she was going to let them play out. If her team couldn’t quell them with fact, what choice did she have?
“He’s likely going to drop the next body tonight at eleven,” she stated.
“What are you going to do?” Max asked, waiting for her to explode. They’d been telling him about her drive to find killers, but so far, she was calm.
Very.
Calm.
It was like the calm before the storm.
“I’m going to be sitting outside O’Banion’s apartment, looking for a killer.”
“Fun,” Max said.
She smiled sweetly, lulling him into that false sense of security that she used all the time to take people down.
“Tag. You get to come since you’re being sarcastic.”
He groaned.
“That’s your one-time warning. Next time, you end up on the shit job. I’ll cut you a break since you’re a newbie.”
He was glad.
NO ONE liked stakeouts.
Elizabeth continued, “Well, Christopher, you’re next. Why don’t you tell me what you’ve found to help me?”
Oh, she wasn’t going to be happy.
At all.
“Well, we’ve been going over the bodies with a fine-tooth comb, and Tony needs to tell you something.”
The man looked like a deer in headlights.
She focused on him.
“Well?” she asked, hopping up on a table to wait for him to give her something.
Anything.
“I screwed up.”
“We all do.”
Everyone was looking at her like she was possessed and about to start spewing pea soup all over the room.
It nearly made her laugh.
Now she knew how to torment them. Apparently, calm her was scary.
Nice.
“What happened?” she asked. “Did you break a set of remains? Did your beetles eat a bone?”
Oh, he only wished.
“I’m so distracted by Jaxon and this baby, that I think I’m losing my edge.”
She lifted a brow.
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
Okay, this was new.
Tony was the king of this game when it came to human remains. Chris was a god when it came to fleshy, and Tony the other king when it came to bones.
He looked like he was going to cry.
“Into the office,” she said, pointing at the door. As she met him there, everyone was watching them.
When the door closed, Jaxon looked worried.
“Is he going to be okay?” she asked. “Elizabeth wouldn't fire him, right?” she asked,
No one spoke.
Why?
Because with Elizabeth Blackhawk, one never really did know.
It was anybody’s guess.
Inside the office, she leaned against the wall. Before she could say a word, Tony had his meltdown.
He went off the rails.
He began pacing, moving erratically, and running his hands through his hair like he was going to yank it out.
Sh
e’d never seen him like this.
Ever.
That cued her in on how hard this was on him. It wasn’t time to bust balls. It was time to listen and mother.
“Tony, just tell me.”
“I don’t know if I can be a scientist and a father. I don’t know if I can do any of this anymore. Maybe having a baby was a horrible idea. I’m losing control, and I don’t do well without it,” he said, as he paced.
She let him vent.
“I have to paint a room. I didn’t even put the crib together, and I’m still looking at the same bones and missing shit. How did my wife, who may I add is growing a human, catch it but I didn’t? How did she see it and I didn’t?”
She opened her mouth, but he kept going.
Yeah, this wasn’t about work at all.
She could tell.
“Why is this so hard? Is it because I didn’t have a father? Is that why? I ask myself if that has anything to do with it. Maybe I can’t do it. Maybe you need a dad to be a dad.”
“Then you should leave her and the baby,” she stated.
He gasped.
“I can’t!”
She smiled at him.
There was all the proof she needed that he didn’t ‘need a dad to be a dad’.
“Anthony Magnus, listen to me.”
He sat.
She sat across from him and took his hands in hers so they were connected. Right now, he was struggling, and she wanted to help him.
“We’ve been friends a long time, right?”
He nodded.
“Do you trust me?”
He nodded.
“Okay, right now, you’re worried. This is new to you, and you’re letting your past with your father come into it. He chose to leave, and that was on him. Because he was a failure, that doesn’t mean you will be too.”
He listened.
“You may not have a room painted, or a crib together, but I know for a fact that you have a baby bassinet in your room, you’ve been stockpiling books about burping, changing, and loving a child. You are going to be fine. Babies are easy.”
He looked scared.
“No, they aren’t. They are terrifying. What if I drop this baby? Or what if I forget to take the baby out of the car and I let him or her die?”
She smiled.
Again, this was more proof.
“If they cry, they are hungry or need a diaper change. Then, you’ll start to understand them. They are little people. They are a little you.”
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