One thing remained.
He needed to see her naked.
“I want you to strip for me,” he ordered.
Standing beside the bed, she undid the laces holding her breasts in place. Slowly, she teased him with touches and caresses to her own body. Turning, she stood with her legs a little apart as she continued her little dance.
“I see you’ve danced before,” he said, watching the sway of her ass and breasts.
“Maybe,” she replied. “Do you like what you see, Julian?”
His laughter filled the room. “You could say that.”
She couldn’t help but stare at his lap. His hand was stroking his erection in anticipation of what was to come.
Suddenly, she wanted to be the one touching him. It was her hands that longed to do that.
When the bustier was free, he reached down to the thong and yanked it roughly from her body.
It made her gasp.
“Get on your knees in the center of the bed,” he ordered brusquely.
She didn't hesitate. Instead, she stared over her shoulder at him, watching as he slowly dropped his boxers the rest of the way off his body. She licked her lips as his stood there, revealing all of him in his naked glory.
Okay, Julian was impressive.
Immediately, her eyes locked on to the tattoo across his chest. “I’m going to guess it’s your wife’s name,” she stated.
“Yes,” he replied gruffly, getting on the bed behind her. Without warning, he took his erection in his hand and made contact with her body, rubbing the tip through the wetness until she was trying to push back onto it.
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please?” she whispered, desperate to feel him in her body.
“Try harder.”
“Please fuck me?”
It was all he needed.
Julian grabbed her by the hips and slammed his erection into her body. At her startled gasp, he began giving her exactly what she wanted. Watching his slick dick slide in and out, coated with her wetness, was a thing of beauty.
It made him harder.
Wilder.
Hornier.
Yeah, this was exactly what he needed after weeks of stress. Now it was just two amped up people needing that hot, sexual conquest.
She was perfect.
“What do I call you?” he asked, pumping himself into her body. “When I cum, I need a name,” he hissed, as she forced herself back onto his erection.
His tip kissed her girly bits, making him mad with need. When she gasped at the invasion, reaching so deep in her body, Julian nearly lost control.
Yeah, he was going to remember this night as long as he lived.
It was so damn hard to focus as he pummeled her body, using her. Finally, she was able to string a sentence together. “Call me honey,” she hissed.
He was good with that.
Pulling her up, Julian stopped, not only to tease her but to regain his control. Forcing her face towards his, he added a punishing kiss. As he remained buried in her, his hands roughly stroked her breasts and headed lower.
As he encountered her wetness, he could feel himself inside her. Then, he began moving again as she was trapped against his body. The friction of skin on skin was maddening.
Breaking the kiss, they were both breathing heavy.
“Do you like it, honey?” he asked, as she began shaking.
“Julian!” she hissed.
He pushed her back to her knees and dropped his hand across her pale rump. When his hand made contact, the room was filled with her moan of pleasure.
Oh yeah, he liked spanking this vixen.
“Oh God!” she shouted, as her body began sending signals that she was going to explode all around him.
“Wait for me!” he demanded, slapping her on the ass once more as he drove himself in and out of her body.
At her gasp, he reached around and stroked her. She was wet and ready.
“Please! I can’t!” she blurted, as every part of her body tingled in need. She needed this release in the worst possible way. Feeling him explode in her would make this night perfect.
“Almost there,” he promised, grabbing her by the shoulders to pull her back onto his erection. When he slammed into her, he was finally ready. “Cum for me, honey!”
At his words, she refused to shatter without him.
“Oh God!” she shouted. “Hurry, Julian!”
He was intently focused on her body and the way she was shaking. Her internal muscles were massaging him, already trying to lure him over.
With a few more strokes there was a heat building in him.
Julian knew he was going to explode. “I’m just about there,” he said, hoping she was too.
Fortunately, she wasn’t far behind. Her body quivered and shook, needing this release. She needed Julian to make her scream.
Driving into her, he knew it was time. With his fingers working between her legs and his dick pummeling away, Julian wanted her to cum like never before.
She screamed his name as he slammed into her one more time, causing his own eruption. After pouring into her in wave after wave of stickiness, they tumbled onto the bed.
Neither spoke.
Finally, he ran his fingers through her long brown curls, getting his wish. Now, he knew what it felt like.
“Julian,” she whispered, allowing the warmth to suck her under. Maybe shots of tequila were a bad idea.
He didn't move, only closed his eyes as his spent body slipped from hers. “Shhhhhhh,” he whispered.
Then, together they fell into sleep.
* * *
The Next Morning
Julian didn't know what woke him up, but when he finally came to, he was alone in bed. He was messy, sticky, and by himself. Yet, she was still there.
He could hear the shower running, and he grinned.
Sliding out of bed, he headed to the bathroom door. Leaning against the door frame, he grinned wickedly. “You want to shower alone?”
She turned with a start. “God, you scared me!”
He grinned even more as rivulets of shampoo ran down her body. Julian knew that he shouldn’t be turned on, especially after the little vixen drained him dry, but he was. All night, they went at it over and over again. He couldn’t get enough.
Everything about her made him crazy.
“You can join me,” she offered, making room for him behind her.
“You know,” he said, moving into the shower, “I think I like your red hair better,” he admitted, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Tori snorted. “I wanted to change it up. How was your dirty slut interlude?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his hips. Tori hoped she made it all worth his while. She was still thinking about it.
Julian lowered his mouth to his wife’s and kissed her lavishly. When he pulled away, there was so much love in both of their eyes. “She has nothing on my feisty redhead, that’s for sure.”
Going up on her toes, they were mouth to mouth. “I hope you enjoyed your weekend,” she offered, knowing that every once in a while, they liked to find a hotel, play a game, and keep their marriage spicy.
Very spicy.
“This was the best two days off. We need to do this more often.”
She laughed when he wiggled his eyebrows. “Works for me, but next time you get to be the bar whore, and I get to be the cheating spouse.”
He loved her more than anything in life. When he pressed her to the tile wall, his body proved just that.
“Well, well. It seems that someone’s happy to see his wife this morning,” she purred, taking him in her hand.
Hell yeah, he was.
While the brunette was fun, Tori owned his heart and soul. The entire time he was using her last night, it was always his wife. There could be no woman he’d ever want more.
“Want to fool around in the shower before we check out, Jules?” she asked, already pretty sure of the answer.
It was clear
ly written across his face.
Oh yeah, and throbbing in her hand.
Without speaking, he lifted her up, braced her back against the shower wall, and slid home. The warmth welcomed him, reminding him of yet one more reason of why he chose Tori as his wife.
She was the one.
“Oh, Jules,” she murmured as he filled her. When he began moving, she was already on fire.
“So good, Tori. I love you so damn much,” he whispered. Their first time as a couple was in a hotel, and they liked to commemorate that moment the same way every now and again.
This was their tradition.
Why celebrate only once a year for an anniversary, when you could remind each other monthly, what had brought you together?
“Mmmmmmm, harder,” she whispered, and was rewarded with rougher strokes.
Julian gave his wife what she wanted in reciprocation for giving him one hell of a memory. The shower was certainly steamy as it filled with their moans and gasps.
“So close, Victoria,” he murmured. “I love you!” he shouted, driving into her once more.
When he exploded, his wife wasn’t far behind. The room spun with vibrant colors and neither could hear or speak.
Julian held her to his body, pressed between flesh and tile until he could focus. When the room stopped moving he couldn’t help but grin.
“I love you too, but stop looking so damn smug.”
He laughed. “I can’t help myself, honey. I married a wild woman.”
Tori wouldn’t argue there. “We should probably get back to reality. I’m sure the paperwork is piling up,” she offered, dropping her feet to the ground.
Julian didn't doubt it.
After showering, they packed up their things and headed down to check out. After paying their bill, he escorted her to her car. Leaning in the window, he kissed her softly.
“See you next month, my naughty little vixen?” he asked, winking at her.
Tori tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world, but I think your bar conquest will be at work waiting for you.”
“Helping me with the paperwork?” he asked.
Tori grinned wickedly. “No. She’s going to be getting ready to be back in your lap for another round.”
When she pulled away, he couldn’t speak. His brain was already going there.
He was going to score in the office with his wife!
Racing to his car, he tossed in his bag and got behind the wheel. In the mirror, he grinned wickedly. Since she instrumented the last little fantasy, the least Julian could do is give her one back.
After all, turnabout was fair play.
Chapter Six:
RAH! RAH! RAH!
~~ Elizabeth & Callen ~~
There was no doubt in his mind that he was in for one hell of a date night. When it came to stolen moments alone, Callen Whitefox knew one thing to be true. Elizabeth was bound to make it memorable.
The last time that he’d managed to score a one on one date with her, she’d nearly killed him with the marathon of lovin’ she’d handed out. When it came to what she was going to pull out of her bag of tricks, one never knew what was on the horizon.
You only knew it was going to be hardcore on the fantasy front.
Now, he was just wrapping up some paperwork before he headed home for the night. Once his last few forms were dropped off at Ginny’s desk, he was a free man. His plan was to head home, get a shower, and then have a night with his woman.
Private moments were few and far between as of late. It wasn’t easy for three directors in the FBI to swing a date night all that often. Luckily for him, his brother was more than willing to take one for the team, since he was promised the next sexy date with Elizabeth.
Callen couldn’t wait. All day long, he had been flooded with all the possible scenarios. Would they just go to the movies? Could there be a romantic dinner waiting for them?
Was there going to be really raunchy sex?
Yeah, he hoped it was option c. When it came to making love, he liked it a little more ‘out there’, than his brother. Ethan liked to share the romance, and well, Callen liked to offer up and receive some pain.
He was already trying to picture the night in his head. No matter the outcome, he would be grateful with a simple stop at a hotel so they could fornicate.
He laughed.
Hell, who was he kidding?
He’d take dinner and a walk through town at this point. Callen just missed being near her. Lately, she and Ethan had been bogged down with FBI West’s workload, and he’d been out of town working on Native issues.
This was like his coming home present.
All he wanted in celebration was a night with his Lyzee.
Finishing up the last form, he signed his name, grabbed his messenger bag, and headed out the door.
Goodbye Dodge. Hello sexy wife.
Out at Ginny’s desk, their secretary sat typing on her keyboard.
“Here you go. I’m calling it a day!” he declared.
She picked up a note and held it out to him. “The boss lady left this for you, Mr. W.”
That intrigued him. Normally, Elizabeth would just send him a text message if she wanted to tell him something. Taking it from their administrative assistant, he opened it up.
Dear Cal,
Before our date can start, you have an errand to take care of. Think of this as your pre-sex scavenger hunt.
I can’t wait until later.
Love you,
Lyzee
Damn it!
What he wanted was to head home and grab the girl, not have to run around to get her. Well, he didn't seem to have much choice. Callen stared at the instructions and prepared to follow them. Heading out to the garage, he was a little surprised when he found his truck in his parking spot. This morning, he’d taken a Denali into work.
This was weird.
Apparently, someone was into planning the perfect evening together. First the note, and now his ride.
Interesting…
Pulling open the door, he found a duffle bag and another note lying on top.
Cal,
Here’s your costume for tonight’s performance.
Lyzee
Okay, that intrigued the hell out of him. Elizabeth was known for a few things. She didn't take anyone’s shit, her heart was that of pure gold, and she like to stir her men up with sexy, elaborate fantasies. To her, it kept the relationship interesting when you had to work for it.
Well, some of them had been killer, and he couldn’t wait to see what she had in mind.
Unzipping the bag, he found jeans, a t-shirt, and his sneakers. It wasn’t that far off from what he’d normally wear, and that made his heart sink. Maybe it wouldn’t be some sexed up fantasy, and instead she was just trying to help him cut down on time.
Yeah, it was hard not to be a little disappointed. Granted, he was looking forward to getting his girl, but he would have liked it to be a bit more special. He would have worn a suit and planned some romantic adventure had he known they were probably just hitting a baseball game and grabbing a beer.
Well damn.
Hopping up into the truck, he stripped out of his clothes and quickly redressed. Once done, he headed to the little deli not far away. It was the first stop on his ‘To Do’ list.
Once inside, he was given a basket full of all different kinds of picnic foods.
There was a little more hope now. At least they would be having a romantic dinner out under the stars. That was better than being surrounded by fans in the stands watching a game. Now, he could sneak a few kisses or maybe more.
Okay, a lot more.
After picking up dinner, he noticed the last two stops on his list. One was for ice, and the other for beer.
It threw him off a little.
Elizabeth wasn’t a beer drinker. Wine yes, but brew wasn’t her thing. When he stopped at the distributor, he noticed that she’d prepared for it. In the back
was a cooler, waiting for his next mission.
He had to laugh.
If anything, his woman was a mystery.
When that task was done, it was like she had eyes on him from somewhere. A text arrived to his phone, just as he was turning the key in the ignition.
Callen,
Here’s your directions. Head there.
Elizabeth.
Callen was unfamiliar with the address and was more than a little wary. Since he was in his truck, he had to put the directions into his phone. He didn't have the fancy bells and whistles that their other vehicles did. Before becoming part of their unit, he was a simple man living on the Rez. Who would have thought one day he’d be playing some amped up sex scavenger hunt with a woman he and his brother shared?
Yeah, certainly not him.
As he followed along, he had to admit that he was dying to get his hands on her. All this foreplay was making him a little crazy. Already, he could smell her hair and feel her silky flesh beneath the rough palms of his hands.
Yeah, he really wanted this night like nothing else.
When he turned off onto a dusty road, riddled with pot holes, rocks, and bumps, he was confused. He wasn’t quite sure where it lead, and if his Lyzee would be at the end.
Well, he had no choice but to trust her.
As he drove a mile or two, darkness was already beginning to fall. It made him nervous that she was out here alone in this. Immediately, his heart started skipping in his chest as the end of the road approached.
Again, on cue, his phone chimed.
Bring the cooler and dinner. Follow the trail. At the end is your date. You’re no longer Director Callen Whitefox. Now, you’re the boy you were twenty two years ago.
Truth be told, he had to read the text a couple of times. It was the last sentence that had him confused. Twenty years ago, he was poor, broken, and emotionally battered. What the hell kind of fantasy date was this going to be?
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