If it was possible, he just went dead, blind and dumb all at once. “You better be following through with that or it’s just plain cruel, Elizabeth.”
“I do try, Cowboy. Now think about me.”
Oh, he absolutely was and would continue to think about her. He needed to get that fire started in the fireplace.
Elizabeth ran up the stairs, and stopped when she’d seen Callen. Never had she seen him dressed up. Yeah, at their wedding, but that was the family colors and not formal black like Ethan always wore. “Wow, you look amazing, Cal,” she drawled, winking. “Very sexy, Mr. Whitefox. I’m incredibly impressed.”
“Thanks, I may have to invest in some all black threads,” he answered, grinning. “How do I smell?” he asked, moving close to her body.
Elizabeth sniffed him and the scent called to her and warmth flooded her body. “Since that’s Ethan’s cologne, I think you smell delicious. Personally I love it. He wears it because it makes me want to jump him” she offered up the truth.
“Well I have a few minutes free,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. Was it wrong he’d bag the whole night to get that one wish?
Elizabeth grinned and whispered in his ear. “I like more than just a few minutes, Cal,” she teased, watching his whole body react.
“Unfair! Now you’re teasing me!”
“Probably, but you're planning on getting lucky tonight with the doctor,” she grinned. “One woman per night. You better pace yourself!”
“Since you just turned me down, I’ll have to follow up with my original plan.” It was hard to not allow anything to show on his face. What he wouldn’t give to just be completely honest and not hide it behind a joke.
Elizabeth went up on her toes and kissed him gently on his lips. “She’d be crazy to not fall head over heels for you. You’re a definite catch, Mr. Whitefox. Good luck handsome.” She patted him on the ass and took off down the hall laughing. Next she had to get the woman out of the house so she could climb naked all over the other sexy Native in the house.
Whitefox watched the woman hustle down the hall to Desdemona’s room, and his body was completely taut. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on his love for the woman and that alone. Then he thought back to the conversation he had with his brother, and relaxed. Having her love meant everything and he refused to be embarrassed about how his body reacted to her.
Some things in life you just didn't have control over.
Elizabeth knocked on the door and was practically pulled into the room. “What’s wrong?”
“Callen. Date. Clothing. No clue. Help,” she said, punctuating each word and sounding like she was about to hyperventilate.
“Okay, relax. What do you have with you?” Desdemona led the woman over to her suitcase.
“Holy shit, how much did you pack?”
“Please, help me pull this off and I’ll have your next kid for you, okay?” She practically begged.
“Half this shit still has tags on it!” Elizabeth pulled out some things. “Okay, first of all, your hair looks perfect. Wear it down. With all those streaks of black and red it looks sexy. Next go put some makeup on, and I’ll handle the clothing.”
Desdemona nodded and wandered back into the bathroom to obey. “I don’t date a lot of men. I’m not good at this,” she admitted. “I’ve had relationships, but they never felt like this,” she added. “This is a date right?”
“Yeah, he’s borrowing Ethan’s clothes, so it’s a definite date. Callen doesn’t do dressed up for just dinner out. This has to be special in his mind. Plus he smells really good.”
Desdemona wanted to ask why she was sniffing her date, but then realized she was standing half naked in front of the woman. Who was she to question anything at that point? “I hope I can pull this off,” she said, suddenly.
“Okay, I’m going to say this, and then deny that we had girl chit chat, if you ever say I said it,” she said, walking over to the door. “He’s a man. Trust me, you could wear a bag and as long as you smile, smell good and flirt you’re safe.”
“Okay,” she took a deep breath.
“Plus I just saw Callen, and he’s got one thing on his mind. You have this in the bag.”
“Thank you, Elizabeth.”
She wandered back over to the suitcase. “Lyzee. You can call me, Lyzee. I’m particular with who uses that, but since I’ve seen your underwear, been kissed by you, and slapped you on the ass, all in one day, it just seems fitting.”
Desdemona laughed and it eased up the stress.
“Okay, you want blow his mind and freeze your ass off outside, or do you want so-so and stay warm?”
Desdemona contemplated that. “I’d walk naked in the snow right about now for him.”
“Okay then,” she said, starting to pull things out and deciding. “This,” she held it up, “and this,” she said finally. “Those shoes.”
“Okay,” she said taking a deep breath.
“Wow look at this thing,” she held it up. The bra was all sexy and stripper-ish all at the same time.
“There’s a G-string to go with it.” Desdemona thought about it. “I’ve never worn it, why don’t you put it on and surprise your husband?”
Elizabeth contemplated it. “Deal. Wear the red one, Callen will choke on his tongue.”
“Then it’s good I’m a doctor and know the Heimlich.”
Elizabeth snickered and started stripping. She was actually enjoying herself. Maybe having Desdemona in her life was going to be a really good thing. “Hey, if this thing between you and Callen doesn’t work,” she said, looking over at the woman.
“Yeah?” She didn’t even want to think about it not working for a myriad of reasons, but now she just acquired a girlfriend and she couldn’t imagine giving her back.
“You and me will still friends right? Despite anything else?”
Desdemona almost wanted to cry. The woman in front of her was offering her something very precious. Friendship with no strings attached.
“Don’t do it! You’ll start me crying and then ruin your makeup.”
She sniffled. “Yeah, we will. It’s in the girlfriend code. It matters.”
Hell yeah it did.
~ Chapter eleven ~
Elizabeth stood patiently with the men in the living room, and waited for Desdemona to make her grand entrance down the stairs. She was impressed with her own work. Yeah, they busted her ass about being less than a woman, more of a tomboy, but she could still pull it off. Just because she preferred jeans and cowboy boots didn’t mean she didn’t like to dress up once in a while too. When she left Desdemona, the woman was putting on some very sexy shoes with lots of straps and angles.
“Remember Callen. Relax, have fun and enjoy the night off,” said Ethan Blackhawk. “We’re not working, so you don’t need to either.”
“When Callen sees what she’s wearing, he won’t want to work. I picked it out.” She was supremely proud of herself.
“Now you’re playing fashion expert?” asked Whitefox laughing. “Is she wearing jeans, cowboy boots and a button down shirt?” he grinned. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” he added quickly. It was true, the first day he saw her she was in jeans and a white shirt and he was enamored instantly.
“I’ll have you know, I can dress up. I do own dresses.”
Ethan Blackhawk came to her rescue. “She absolutely does, and she paints her toenails girly colors too. It’s a sight to see.”
Whitefox snickered. “Sexy.”
Elizabeth pointed at her husband and he lifted his hands in surrender.
There was the telltale clicking of heels down the hall, and to the stairs. At that moment she wished she had her phone out, to click that picture. Callen Whitefox looked like he indeed swallowed his tongue and was completely speechless.
“Told you so,” she said, laughing.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, as he stared. The woman looked completely different. Gone was the comical clothing and in its
place was the clothing of a woman. She had worn a black form fitting pencil skirt and a low cut silk shirt that showed off cleavage and the shoes were wicked and completely erotic. Then there was the hair. She’d tamed it, managed it, and it hung straight across her shoulders and down her back in red and ebony waves.
Elizabeth pinched him to get him to focus.
“Wow, you look lovely.”
“Thank you,” she smiled and took his outstretched hand. It wasn’t what she was hoping for, but obviously ‘beautiful’ was reserved for Elizabeth.
“Don’t wait up for us,” said Whitefox. He was completely distracted by the transformation before him. Desdemona Adare managed to catch him completely off guard.
“Oh, we won’t,” answered his brother. When they walked out the front door, he grinned over at his wife.
“Wait until they’ve left the driveway. They could always come back in, and then what?” she grinned, wickedly.
“Good point,” he said, sitting on the couch.
When they heard the Denali drive away, Elizabeth pointed at the food. “You bring that, and I’ll meet you up in our room.”
Blackhawk watched his wife walk away, and he rubbed his hands together. The kids were out, and the parents were going to have a sex fest and then Chinese food naked in bed.
The night couldn’t get any better.
Desdemona continually snuck little peeks over at the man she was going on a date with that evening. She was definitely sure he was the sexiest man in the world. The fact that he put on dress clothes and looked as amazing as he did was making her have a really hard time focusing.
“You do look great tonight,” he said, driving. He was infinitely glad that he borrowed his brother’s dress attire. She looked too good to be with a man in jeans, and right now he needed her to want to be with him.
“I think you look amazing,” she said, and then she couldn’t help it. “And you smell really good, too.”
Okay, he was grateful he borrowed his brother’s cologne too. “Thanks,” he grinned at her. “I don’t often get to go out with a doctor.”
She laughed. “Well then I guess this is a first for me too. I’ve never had a date with an FBI guy before. Aren’t I the lucky one?”
Callen Whitefox’s entire body clenched. Yeah, she was sexy and she was making it hard to not just jump on her right there.
“Truth be told, after the whole stalker thing, I don’t get out often with anyone.” When he reached into her lap and took her hand in his, she swore she was going to break out in sweat.
“Well I think you should. You can’t live your life in fear because of a nut job. You’ll miss too much. ”
“I haven’t found anyone that I really wanted to go out to dinner with in a long time,” she answered, softly.
“Until now?” he asked hopefully. If this was a boredom, mercy dinner, his mood was going to plummet a great deal.
“Yes. You win the date prize on this one, Callen.”
He smiled and was glad to hear it. “We’re here,” he said, parking the vehicle. “Ready for our date?”
“I absolutely am.”
Elizabeth was waiting for him on the arm of the loveseat beside the fireplace. “What took you so long, Cowboy?” she asked watching him walk towards her.
“Locking the door,” he replied, sitting on the loveseat and pulling her down into his lap. “But now my very sexy wife has my full attention. I promise.” Blackhawk began kissing her.
“Mmmmm...” Elizabeth moaned into the kiss.
Blackhawk almost lost it right then. It was just the sound of her moaning in pleasure while sitting on his lap was practically enough to put him over. “God, I missed touching you, Elizabeth.” He returned back to the kiss, and her hands began wandering and unbuttoning the buttons on his dress shirt.
Elizabeth slid her fingers through his hair and shifted so she was straddling his body. “Nice touch with the fireplace,” she whispered, running her fingers across his chest.
“I thought so,” he answered into their kiss.
Elizabeth moved to his throat. One of her very sexy husband’s weaknesses was his ear and she used it to make him shudder and moan. When he dropped his head back against the loveseat she began torturing him more as her hands wandered lower to unbutton and unzip his pants.
“So amazing,” he whispered, as he grew so hard it was almost to the point of pain. “The things you do to me.” When she bit him he groaned. “Baby,” he arched his lower body against her, just to feel some relief from the intense need rocking his body. Her fingertips were stroking him lightly, teasing him.
“You taste really good, husband,” she whispered in his ear, running her one hand lightly down his chest and using her nails. When his muscles twitched under her fingers and at the junction of where their bodies met, she knew her husband was on his way to extreme pleasure. “Ethan?”
He opened his eyes at her using his name. “Yes baby?”
Elizabeth stood off his body and took a step back from him. “I have a surprise for you,” she said as she untucked her shirt and flicked open her belt buckle.
“By all means, surprise me.”
“I know how much you liked the cheerleading outfit, so I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” she purred.
Blackhawk thought back to seeing his wife dressed like a cheerleader, and it was making him break out in beads of perspiration. Just the visual in the tiny skirt made him all hot and bothered. Sex with his wife was never boring, and he wasn’t sure she could top the cheerleader costume. But then again, this was Elizabeth, and she was a wildcard in life and the bedroom. Since her, his sexual bucket list had tripled.
Elizabeth dropped her hair down her back, and shook out the curls. They fell all the way down her body to almost her waist and then she began the unveiling. Pulling the shirt over her head she tossed it at him when he sat there mouth open. “I take that you like it?” she asked.
“Like it?” he repeated, when he finally got his voice back. The bra was black and had red lace over it, and it looked erotic and very seductive. It showed her pale flesh beneath it. Nothing was hidden, “I’m almost afraid to ask where you got that,” he swallowed. “Please tell me there are more of them to come in the future.”
“So you do like it?” she asked, running her hands over her breasts that were barely contained. Then she turned her back to her husband and dropped the zipper on her jeans.
“Like isn't even close to how I feel right now. You look completely…” He didn’t have words as she dropped her jeans and
gave him a view of the lacy concoction from behind.
“Stripper-ish?”
“Uh yeah.” He licked his lips, because they were suddenly dry. Then she slid her jeans down her legs, and he saw what else she planned for him. The G-string was ridiculously tiny and barely contained anything. It left nothing to the imagination, and that was worse. The red and black straps crisscrossed her back, inviting him to do wicked things to her.
Elizabeth turned and stalked towards him, enjoying the look on her husband’s face. It was pure awe and pleasure.
Blackhawk felt his entire body start to burn, and she was the cause. He pulled her down onto him, so she was straddling him. Like a mad man he dove into her mouth trying to quench the fire that was building in his body. Gone was the gentleness and the ease of casual sex. Now it would be how he felt; wild and out of complete control.
“Ethan,” she gasped, as his hands forcefully pulled the bra off her body and he began leaving a trail of bites and kisses across her upper body.
“I want you, Elizabeth,” he said between devouring her and exploring her with his hands. She sat across his body and he wanted to do nothing more than pound himself into her with abandon.
“Tell me what you want, Ethan,” she whispered seductively. “Tell me how to pleasure you, Mr. Blackhawk,” she purred into his ear.
He groaned at her words and the implication that she’d do whatever he wanted. Right then he
knew what he wanted and needed.
“Anything to please you, Mr. Director, Sir,” she purred.
It took a second to form a complete sentence. “Use your mouth on me.” He got the words out, and watched as his wicked wife dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, and dug his hands into the arms of the love seat as she began her torture.
“Whatever you want, Mr. Blackhawk,” she complied and returned to her mission of driving her husband completely and totally insane.
Elizabeth slowly licked, sucked, and enjoyed him.
The more he moaned the more she worked him. Hard then slow, and then hard again until his chest was struggling to get air. Ethan was breathing heavy like he was running a marathon.
“Please,” he pleaded, as she lightly cupped him and rubbed. “Oh God, baby stop,” he begged and looked at her with wild eyes. It was all too much for him. The outfit, the stroking, the way his wife was using his body to drive him completely insane. Elizabeth stole all his control and filled the empty space it left with nothing but lust and desire.
Elizabeth eased up on him and stared up at him with big icy blue eyes. “What next, Ethan? What do you want?”
“I just want to bury myself in you and…” He almost slipped and used the word, and he knew he shouldn’t. This was his wife, and it was more than that.
“And what Ethan?” she ran her fingertips across his erection, and batted her eye lashes innocently. There was no doubt what he wanted, and now she was going to make him let go of the carefully constructed control he carried all day and just be himself with her.
“Elizabeth,” he pleaded.
“Say it Ethan,” she pushed, and then licked him with one long stroke, as if to punctuate it. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to fuck you!” He finally got it out, nearly choking on the words.
Elizabeth grinned as she finally broke his control. “Then fuck me, Ethan,” she whispered back, as she licked him from base to tip.
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