He kissed his son, and looked deep into his child’s eyes, feeling overwhelmed like he always did when he saw him. The love was like nothing he ever felt before in his life. This was his life, half him and half his wife. “Daddy loves you so much, CJ.”
All the women in the room awwwed and Elizabeth grinned. Yeah, it made her fall in love all over again. The man made her into a big ol’ puddle of badass mush.
“Okay, can I have him back now?” begged Ginny. “I have to take him down to the lab, because that outfit is too damn funny!”
Blackhawk nodded, handing over his son and watching his administrative assistant carry his precious child away.
“He’ll be okay. This is FBI West,” whispered Elizabeth, knowing how he was feeling.
Ethan wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist and walked her into his office. “I missed you today,” and he really did. He couldn’t wait until Monday when she was back full time. The corner of his desk wasn’t the same without her sitting on it.
Elizabeth closed his office door, locking it and turned into his arms. “Oh no, Mr. Blackhawk, I missed you. As I see it, you have ten minutes of privacy to kiss your wife before your son is back.” Now, she was doing really wicked things to his ear and neck and whispering the wildest things to him.
“Baby,” he whispered, feeling his body immediately react to the feel and scent of her body.
The man before her drove her absolutely insane. Maybe it was the angular features, the blue black eyes and the ebony hair he was growing out. Okay, it was all that, and the tattoos criss-crossing his entire body. Her husband loved the ink as a wild youth and if she had to be honest, it was the ink that heated her up and made her want to climb all over his body.
“Christ, Elizabeth! We’re at work!” Yet he didn’t stop her as she backed him up against his desk and pushed his suit jacket off his body.
Elizabeth only paused for a brief second. “Correction, you’re at work. I’m just the wife who’s come to have lunch with her very sexy husband.”
Before he knew it, his hair was pulled free from the ponytail, and she was diving deeply into his mouth like he was on the menu. His body tightened like it always did. A sexy woman controlling a kiss was hard to resist on a normal basis, but his wife driving him mad in the workplace with her mouth and hands was making his life both heaven and hell combined. “Baby, I’m going to lose my control and take you right here on my desk if you don’t stop.”
“Promise?” she muttered back through the kiss.
Ethan enjoyed every second of her torturing him, and then when she broke away he started laughing. Not funny laughter, but nervous laughter of a man very close to doing very bad things in the workplace and having no control to stop his actions.
“Not going to take me right here and now, Ethan?” she purred into his ear, and then she bit him.
Blackhawk swallowed. While his wife was pregnant she had a voracious appetite for sex, and he was infinitely grateful, but now hormones were gone and the sex drive had stayed. As soon as he knew who to thank, he was building a shrine and switching religions ASAP. “Elizabeth, my fondest wish is to get you naked and take you, but one of us has to be in control.” It was apparent who that person had to be.
Elizabeth grinned salaciously at her very controlled husband, running her hands over his body, lower and lower until he moaned low in his chest. “One day I’ll get you to crack, Director Blackhawk.”
The voice coming from her was the same altered voice she used in the bedroom when they were having fun. It was silky and caressed his body urging him to just take his wife, and he was very close to complying.
“I can’t, Elizabeth.”
“That’s funny, Director Blackhawk, because your body is saying quite the opposite.” In fact, it was telling a tale that she was very familiar with indeed. After having their son, they’d had to abstain for six weeks, and it was the longest six weeks of her life. They both nearly drove each other insane, and since then they’d both been in a frenetic overdrive.
“I do have to show you one thing, and then we can pick this up at home if you wish,” she said, coyly. Oh, she bet they’d be having sex shortly, when he saw what she was going to unveil.
“Okay, I think.” Now he was nervous. Of the two of them, his wife was the wild hellion, and he was the more reserved, but as of late he was finding that he liked taking a walk on the crazy side with her. No longer was sex reserved, but it was bordering on insane, and he wasn’t going to complain about it ever.
Elizabeth stepped back, reaching down she pulled the dress completely from her body to unveil some really fantastic lingerie she had beneath.
“Jesus Christ, Elizabeth! Are you out of your mind?” His heart was thundering in his chest, as his very wicked wife was wearing the most erotic of back and red lace concoctions that he’d ever seen in his life. “If we get caught…”
Elizabeth stalked back over to him. “Then don’t get caught,” she whispered, back in his ear and then bit him again.
Blackhawk was easily turned on by his wife. Let’s face it, she was everything he could dream of in a woman, and now she was playing dirty. She was well aware that he couldn’t resist her in sexy lingerie. It caught his body on fire and made him lose complete and total control. The last few weeks he’d snuck out shopping and was bringing home any sinful concoction he could find to add to their collection. This wasn’t one of his…
“Do you like my surprise, Director Blackhawk?”
The other thing that made him insane was when she called him that in bed. It made him absolutely out of control and crazy, and she damn well knew it. “You’re well aware I do.” His whole body was vibrating in lust, want, and need.
Elizabeth ran her hand down the front of his torso to his black dress pants. The buckle was undone and the button followed in under five seconds. This wasn’t her first time seducing Ethan Blackhawk and it certainly wouldn’t be her last. When she discovered that calling him ‘Director’ in bed made him crazy, she knew the next logical progression.
Here it was. Sex in the workplace, and since she technically wasn’t working…
Now, he was laughing like a madman, a very turned on man, whose body felt ready to shatter. It was that tight from lust. “Killing me, Elizabeth.” Then he kissed his wife, burying his hands in her hair and plundering her mouth giving her just a taste of what he wanted and needed from her then and there.
Elizabeth unbuttoned his shirt and slid off his tie. If they got caught, no one was going to doubt who Ethan Blackhawk had for lunch.
“Baby, please. I can’t think,” and he couldn’t. Sexy woman, lingerie, crazy sex and he was clueless how to stop his heart from pounding in his chest.
Elizabeth unzipped his pants and dropped to her knees. “So if I don’t please you Director Blackhawk, will you fire me?”
He knew he was screwed. His wife was using the bedroom voice that made his body hard and out of control. It was breathy and seductive. Ethan closed his eyes and then counted to ten. Okay, as long as he didn’t think about it.
“How can I please you today, Director Blackhawk?” she asked, and then ran her hand up and down his erection.
Immediately, she had his full attention again.
“What do you want Ethan?” she inquired, looking up at him with big innocent eyes.
Blackhawk was damned the second he looked. He was already exposed in the office, his wife was half naked, and so he might as well go for it.
“Take me in your mouth.”
Elizabeth licked her lips and gave him her most wicked grin. This was going to be fun, and then she did what the man asked. Her mouth took him and the moan from her husband, as she stroked him and sucked him, was making her hot and wet. Just the mere idea that her very controlled spouse was out of control and letting her have her way with him at work was very erotic indeed.
“Oh God, Lyzee!” he hissed, as she worked him long and hard and with no sign of stopping. Watching her was the hardest part, bec
ause she was just really good at doing this part of her little game. In reality Elizabeth was tough, but on her knees in front of her husband, she looked innocent and projected that persona.
When she cupped him and squeezed, his breath became ragged.
Ethan knew he wasn’t going to last long if she kept using her mouth. His wife had perfected her technique many times before this moment. Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her up his body, breath ragged and heart thundering. His mind began spinning on what he wanted next, and he knew it wasn’t going to be easy or gentle sex. He was well beyond that.
“I want you, Ethan,” she whispered, and felt his body shake. He had her by the arms in an incredibly hard grip, and now her heart was pounding.
Blackhawk dragged her to the couch that sat in front of his desk and haphazardly dropped her to one corner. Looking down at her body in the black and red lace, Ethan knew he wanted his wife more than anything in the world.
Elizabeth welcomed him, as he stayed completely dressed and managed to cover her body with his, as he forced his way deep into her, only pulling the lacy G-string aside. She was in complete ecstasy. Pressed against the couch, she wrapped her legs around his waist and let her husband lose complete control. Elizabeth loved when he enjoyed their coming together like it was their last moments on earth.
“I need you, Lyzee. I have no control.”
Elizabeth looked deep into his eyes. “Take me, Director Blackhawk.”
He snapped. Everything in him that screamed loving, gentle sex was gone and in its place was hard, rough and intense. Ethan could hear her breathy gasps, as he slammed into her willing body over and over again. Her hips tipped to accept him, and welcome him into the warmth that he craved and found himself addicted to. When his wife tightened around him and moaned his name it didn’t pull him over the edge with her, it just made him crazier.
Elizabeth shattered and exploded into the most brilliant intense light. Her husband was pounding into her with such a desperate frenzy that she felt the heat rebuild before she even regained the ability to focus.
“I need more,” he practically growled. He pulled out of his wife and in crazed desperation pulled her up from leaning back against the cushions to being bent over the arm of the couch.
“Ethan!”
“I need you, Lyzee,” he hissed into her ear, as he slid back into the warmth and continued plundering and taking what he wanted. “This is all your doing, Elizabeth, now take me,” and he pushed further into her body and continued the hard pace until he felt the tingling sensation that told him he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Elizabeth moaned as he slid in and out of her body in long strokes. Her whole body began to shake, and she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Together,” he muttered, and increased the thrusting until he knew it was going to be over shortly. “Now!” and he slammed into her erupting with such a force that it ripped a gasp from her lips, and she followed him this time into the bliss.
Time stopped, and then the laughter followed.
And then Ethan had his sanity back, and realized his wife was half naked, and he was still buried in her body. “Okay, you need to get dressed,” he muttered, pushing off her body and shaking his head.
“What?” she asked laughing, as she stood from the couch and looked around for her dress.
Blackhawk was smirking and looked very smug. “Don’t get used to that,” he finally said, and then lifted an eyebrow when she laughed. “We aren’t having sex at work ever again.”
Now, she was laughing. “You know how you boss me around, and then I do everything in my power to disobey you?” The look on his face was priceless, as he buttoned his shirt and redid his tie.
“Elizabeth!”
“I can’t help that my husband is incredibly sexy. He just makes me insane, and I spend hours thinking about how I can get him naked.” Elizabeth slipped back into her dress and watched as her husband rearranged everything and tried to not look too frazzled.
“Your hair is really messed up,” he said, looking up as he slipped into his suit jacket.
Now she was laughing. “I’ll go fix me,” she said, walking to the half bath between their offices that they shared. When she looked in the mirror she had to agree. She was a mess. Lipstick was smeared, eyeliner smudged. Primping and putting herself back together again amused her.
What they just pulled off was well worth it.
Then she had an idea. Slipping out of the G-string she palmed it in her hand and strolled back out into the office.
“Elizabeth, one question. That lingerie,” he paused, not knowing how to phrase it. The reserved man was back in control.
“I have it in lots of colors,” she added, finishing for him.
Blackhawk grinned at his wife, even while he flushed in embarrassment.
Elizabeth’s heart tightened at the look on his face. This man completely undid her at the most unusual times. She loved him so much it actually felt like her heart would burst.
“You okay, baby?” He looked worried and pulled her against her body. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
Elizabeth laid her head on his shoulder and just took in the scent of her husband. “No, I just love you and I always will, Ethan.” Delicately she slipped her G-string into the pocket of his suit jacket and grinned smugly to herself.
Blackhawk held her close and stroked her back. “I’ll always love you too, Lyzee baby. You and CJ are the best things in my life. Thank you for being my crazy, wild, out of control wife. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
Elizabeth kissed him lightly on the lips and stepped out of his arms. “You order lunch, and I’ll go find our son before Ginny kisses the skin off his body.”
Ethan nodded, watching Elizabeth walk away in her heels and dress. Already he was thinking about going home and doing it all over again. She did say she had the lingerie in lots of colors. God, he couldn’t wait to see them all.
He picked up his phone and ordered lunch to be delivered to his office, and thanked the universe for the woman and the life he’d been given.
* * *
Desdemona’s flight touched down, and quickly she grabbed her overhead bag and exited the plane. Now, it was just a matter of renting her car, checking her messages and making the drive to her old home back in the bayou.
The stale stagnant heat hit her the second she exited the air conditioned airport, and she was grateful she packed correctly for the trip.
Out came her phone and she began checking her messages. Deep down, she was hoping and dreading a call from her fiancé. As of yet, she was still in the clear from him or her bosses. She must still be under the radar for now. Immediately she relaxed, knowing she had some time yet, and she may have actually pulled it off.
On her counter at home she left a note for Callen just in case he should happen to arrive home early. If he didn’t, then she’d toss it as soon as she beat him back there. Even though she was defying him, she didn’t want to scare him if he couldn’t find her. It would terrify her if he did that to her, so at least she left a note.
It occurred to her that she was just trying to rationalize and justify what she just did. Deep in her heart she knew what this one defiant act was going to set off.
If he found out, there was going to be a cataclysmic battle and hell to pay.
* * *
Callen Whitefox had a very long morning. No, make that a very long assignment. It was seven days of mediating and babysitting a small town police department as they handled an issue for the local reservation. It was tedious, and he just wanted to check in, drop off his Kevlar and file his report. Then he was going to head home, grab his fiancée, roll around for a bit and then head over to see Elizabeth and his nephew.
God, he missed being home. The circle of people in his life mattered the most to him. Nothing else drew him in like the prospect of being at home with the ones he loved. As a child his life was vastly different. Growing up without that circle to keep
him safe and protected made every day a shitty existence. Never knowing if his mother was going to come home to tuck him in or feed him dinner. It made him appreciate every moment he now had with people who loved him.
There was a woman who one day would be marrying him, if he could ever get her to commit to a date, and a brother who had pulled him off the Rez and handed him a job that wouldn’t have been reachable any other way. Then there was Elizabeth. The woman owned his heart. Oddly enough, it wasn’t the woman he planned on marrying, but there wasn’t anything he could do about that. When he first met her, he fell in love instantaneously and never fell out. Both his brother and sister-in-law knew it and neither cared. For whatever the reason, he was given the trust of a man he once betrayed over a woman, and he wasn’t being held at arm length. Elizabeth protected his heart, guarded his secrets, and gave him something immeasurable.
He had her unconditional love and a nephew with his name. They were two gifts no one could ever match.
Names meant everything to him. Not being born a Blackhawk, but the ‘bastard’ of an affair their father had, left a scar on his heart all his life. Never would the Blackhawk name be his, but when Ethan and Elizabeth gave their first child his name, they helped him heal even more. After the birth, Whitefox pulled his brother aside and asked him why, when there were other members of their family more worthy of the honor. Ethan merely hugged him and directed him to his wife.
Somehow he knew she instrumented the entire thing. Elizabeth knew his secrets and pain that lived in his heart and was trying to heal him.
Pulling her aside to find the answer, her response was simple and poignant.
‘Because I love you and my son needed an important name.’
The words gave him peace and calm for the first time in his life. They were a constant that he never had to worry about. They were the ‘Three Musketeers’ and that meant everything to the boy inside that grew up unloved and unwanted- always afraid of rejection.
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