The second the woman saw a badge, she spilled the beans. Now, Elizabeth hoped she’d keep her trap shut. If the waitress blew the mission, there would be hell to pay.
Yeah, this was going to be fun.
The next day was all about prep. Elizabeth waited until Ethan was at Quantico, calling her sources there. When the raven landed, she went shopping. Out in the little DC shops, Elizabeth found everything that she would need.
Her Ethan had a weakness for black lacy things that kick started his heart. If he were to buy her some sexy lingerie for their supply, it would always be seductive, black, and see through.
Again, if anything, the man was predictable.
If you were on the hunt, you had to know your prey, and she knew Ethan like the back of her hand.
As she continued shopping, Elizabeth picked out some other needed items; the sluttiest heels she could find, a skirt that should be illegal at her age, and a new perfume. If she was going to play Miss Kitty, she couldn’t smell like boring old wife-y.
That was part of the fantasy.
Heading back to the hotel, she began the process of getting ready. Once in the sexy attire and wig, Elizabeth began timing the mission.
‘Operation Pussy Cat’ was about to begin.
Yeah, her husband was in for one hell of a surprise.
* * *
Ethan Blackhawk missed his family.
Being away from his wife, Callen, and kids was hard on him. While on the outside he appeared to be powerful, unflappable, and strong, he knew the truth. The distance was a hard pill to swallow.
Without his Lyzee and brother, his heart ached.
When they had come together as a couple, there was fear the family would implode.
It simply never happened.
Instead of failure, love bloomed, flourished, and grew. Now, he was across the country, feeling the void. Each mile was magnified and making his life a living hell.
The ride back to the hotel had been unproductive. Pulling out his tablet, he tried to video call his wife. When she didn't answer the pings, he connected to Callen.
As the man’s face materialized on the screen, he felt a little peace. They had a special relationship, and his brother was damn good at lightening the mood.
“Where’s Lyzee?” Ethan asked, noticing that the man was alone in his office.
That alone was odd.
Whenever one of them was away, their woman would take a seat on the corner of the other man’s desk. She hated being alone as much as they did.
“She had to take some personal time,” Callen replied, praying he could keep a straight face. All it would take was the slightest inkling, and his brother would know there was something up.
That worried Ethan. Since the abduction, he’d become super overprotective. His heart fluttered in his chest.
“Is she okay? Are the kids…?”
Callen cut him off, seeing the panic. “Don’t worry. Tori came in for a visit, and I’m covering for her. She needed some girl time. I think they’re getting pedicures and sharing sex stories about us.”
Ethan relaxed as the laughter filled him. “I’m glad I’m nowhere near that mess. I’m sure she’s spilling all your dirty secrets,” he teased.
Yeah, Callen laughed at that. Oh, the jig was about to be up, but he wasn’t the victim of this one.
Ethan continued, “Lyzee deserves some down time.”
Callen was worried. “You’re not doing well, are you?” he asked, examining his brother’s face. He looked stressed and barely hanging in there.
“I’m good. I just miss you both.”
He sympathized. When Callen travelled, there was the same feeling of loss. “You’ll be home in a couple days. What are you doing now?”
“I’m heading to the hotel. I’ll grab dinner and go to my room. I wish you and Lyzee were here. I have this giant bed, and no one to share it with. I feel out of place not having to fight for space or pillows.”
Callen smiled, knowing what was coming. “Yeah, me too, bro. Why don’t you call us when you get situated in your room, and then we can talk?”
Ethan looked at his watch, calculating the time difference. “Yeah, I’ll do that.” Glancing up, he saw the luxury hotel. “I have to go, Cal. Kiss the kids and our wife for me,” he stated.
“I will. Enjoy your evening,” he said, fighting the grin.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t bet on it,” Blackhawk muttered, disconnecting the video call. Without his family, his evening was destined to suck.
When the car stopped and the door opened, Ethan tipped his driver. Heading into the hotel, he opted to grab something to eat, just to get some sustenance. Without the people he loved, even food was bland.
Once inside, Ethan took his customary place at a table. As he scanned the menu, the hairs on the back of his neck stood.
Something didn't feel right.
It was like he was being watched.
Staring around the darkened space, he took in the patrons. At the bar, there was a woman in wickedly high heels and snug attire. He didn't bat an eyelash. This was DC and high priced call girls were as common as crooked politicians. Across the room, there were a few men having early drinks as they laughed about something.
Nothing looked to be out of place.
Maybe he was just tired. After eating, he was going to take a hot shower and call it a night. Without his family, he had no desire to do anything but that.
After the waitress came to his table to take his order, he sent out text messages to his wife and brother. Immediately his Elizabeth replied, sending her love.
Well, at least that made him feel a little better. She was safe and enjoying some girl time.
When a shadow fell on him, he glanced up. His waitress stood there with a glass of whiskey.
“The woman at the bar sent this over.”
He stared at it. Yeah, he wasn’t accepting drinks from strange women. This was a slippery slope, and even if he was lonely as hell, he was dedicated to his wife and marriage.
God, he wished she was there.
“Send it back. I’m married.”
The waitress stared at him like he was insane. “Okay, but she was pretty insistent,” she replied, heading over to the woman. Ethan couldn’t see her face, but he saw the conversation. The redhead nodded, and let it drop.
Ethan got lost in a text from his brother, and before long his dinner arrived. As he ate, he watched a few more patrons enter the establishment. Immediately, they gravitated toward the woman at the bar. Each time, she sent them away with a wave of her hand. When the last one ran his fingers up her thigh, Ethan was fascinated. The man was a power player in DC, you could tell by his shoes and suit.
Yet, she didn't bite.
In fact, the woman looked like she was bored.
Continuing to eat, Ethan remained focused on that until a shadow once more fell across his table. This time, the visitor didn't wait for him to look up. She slid into the booth with him, dropping her hand on his thigh, close to his groin.
It caught him off guard.
Glancing over, he had to look twice.
“I sent you a drink, darlin’ and you didn't want it. So, I came to deliver something you may want instead,” she purred, sliding her hand up his leg.
Ethan swallowed as she cupped him. “Elizabeth?” he asked, unsure what to think. “What are you doing here?”
She leaned closer, pressing her body against his. “It’s Kitty. I don’t know who this Elizabeth is, but I know why I’m here. It’s for you, Director Blackhawk.”
His body heated at her words. He’d had one run in with Miss Kitty not too long ago. It was his and Callen’s Valentine’s Day fantasy, and now, here she was again.
If he could, he’d run out and play the lottery.
Today was his lucky day.
More importantly, his wife was at his side. It looked like his lonely night was about to get that much more exciting.
When she leaned in, Ethan couldn’t help
but stare at the red slick lips as her hand traversed up his leg under the table. When it came to rest on his dick, Ethan’s whole body shook. There was something so erotic about a sexy woman exerting her power in a public place.
“Baby,” he began, as she continued to stroke him through the material of his suit pants.
“Shhhhhh. It’s Miss Kitty, Director Blackhawk. You’ve hired me for the night, so now what are you going to do with me?”
Oh, the ideas that raced through his head.
Ethan had so many racy thoughts that it was hard to put them in order.
When her foot rubbed against his leg, Ethan’s brain went off duty. “I hired you, huh? Was this for the entire evening or just an hour?”
“Yes, Mr. Blackhawk. I’m your date until dawn.”
He reached up to play with the red hair. “I’ve never been with a redhead before.”
Leaning in closer, her lips paused so very close to his. “Then tonight’s your lucky night.” As she whispered the words, her hand traversed up his body and under his suit jacket. She let her hand rest over the hidden tattoo of her name. “You looked incredibly sexy over here. I’m dying to see what’s under all this business attire. Do we get naked here or somewhere else?”
He swallowed, knowing she’d start stripping at any moment. Elizabeth was notorious for staying in character during her fantasies. Already, his body was awake as the woman beside him rubbed him through his clothes.
“My, my, Director Blackhawk. What a big dick you have. Want to come show Little Red Riding Whore what you can do with it?”
All the blood in his body pooled lower. He almost wanted to laugh, except if he did, he was sure he’d shatter apart. His body was just that tense.
“I have a very nice room. Want to go there?” he asked, knowing she’d make a spectacle if left to her own devices. His wife had very few inhibitions, unlike him. There was no doubt she’d drop her head into his lap in the shadowy booth to give him a blow job.
Not that he’d mind, but still...
When she had a button undone and her hand in his shirt, Ethan knew that if he was going to contain this, it meant getting her the hell out of public.
NOW!
“I’d love to, Director Blackhawk. Why don’t you lead the way?”
His whole body shook. Elizabeth knew how it turned him on when she used that innocent little voice as she called him ‘director’.
God! He was horny as hell.
Sliding out of the booth, Ethan noticed that the men who tried to pick up Miss Kitty earlier looked envious. It almost made him laugh.
If they only knew the truth.
The only reason he had managed to get a woman this smoking hot was that he owned her heart.
Dropping his hand to her leather clad ass, he enjoyed the looks and feel of having all the men want what was his.
It fired him up.
As they exited the lounge, Elizabeth stayed in character despite the looks they were getting. It was apparent what the man beside her was planning on doing. Every few steps, he’d grab a handful of her ass and give it a squeeze.
Ethan Blackhawk was a man on the edge.
Hallelujah, her plan was working.
Once in the elevator, he took in her attire. The short black leather skirt hugged her body, showing off her very long legs. The shirt she wore was practically see through, giving him a great view of her assets.
With gentle fingers, he ran them over the swell of her breasts. “I can’t wait to have you, Miss Kitty,” Ethan said, getting more and more into the fantasy.
“Have you ever purchased a woman before, Director Blackhawk?” she asked, grabbing him by his tie.
“Once before on Valentine’s Day,” he replied, thinking back to the last time Miss Kitty paid a visit. “She was a hellion in bed. I hope you’re going to be well worth the money.”
Her melodious laughter filled the elevator. “I can practically bet that you’re going to be thinking about this for a very long time, Director.”
Pulling his mouth down to hers, the kiss exploded around them. She didn't give him a chance to breath. Instead, she forced him to focus on nothing but that moment.
Ethan swore his brain was going to explode. His body was screaming for him to grab his wife and take her right then and there. Yet, he knew he needed to wait.
As they continued to kiss, her one leg wrapped around his. She was practically crawling up his body, as she orally devoured him. When he heard the doors of the elevator open, his heart skipped. The startled gasp of other patrons was quickly forgotten as her hand stoked him again. When he glanced up, the look he gave the people standing there said it all.
They got the hint and decided to wait.
Ethan refocused on the woman climbing up the front of him. When his hand brushed the silk panties, which barely covered her, his body shook.
“Oh shit!” he muttered, as his brain went haywire.
When the door closed, he managed to pull away. His shirt was partially untucked, lipstick was smeared under her mouth, and they were both breathing heavy. There was no doubt what they’d been doing.
“We have to get to my room, and fast. I need you!”
As the doors slid open, she was pulled out of the elevator. Down the hall, she raced as her husband had no patience for seduction. He was a man on the edge, and she loved it.
At his door, he pushed it open and yanked her in after him. As soon as they were alone, they slammed against the wall. His mouth devoured as her hands wandered.
It was frenetic.
Heated.
Nuclear.
Ethan couldn’t think of anything else but the woman in front of him. While he knew she was his wife, he opted to treat her like a call girl. Tonight, she was giving him a huge gift.
What man didn't want a sexy hotel interlude? This made it all the better, because he could have it and not betray his wife.
At the rendering of fabric, Elizabeth gasped. She’d had some crazy sex with Ethan before, but this was a million times hotter. He broke away from her mouth only long enough to spin her around and press her to the wall.
His hands roughly wandered her body.
“I get anything I want?” he asked, making sure she was still willing to live by those words.
“Yes,” she moaned, as his hand found its way under her skirt. Already, his fingers were buried in her, making her wild with the frenetic pumping in and out of her body.
“You’re wet, Miss Kitty,” he hissed in her ear, as he invaded her brutally.
She shook against him, as her body was no longer hers to control. “Director!” she gasped.
Ethan ground his erection against her ass. He was harder than steel and hornier than hell. What he wanted was to have this woman his way.
No, he wanted to fuck her brains out.
Already, he could feel her tightening down on his fingers. “You’re going to cum so many times tonight, that by dawn you’ll beg me to set you free, Miss Kitty.”
Her breath caught in her chest as it all became too much. His hard body was against her back as the cold wall was against her front. It pushed her to the edge and she tumbled.
“Ethan!”
He continued to explore her lower body. “It’s Director Blackhawk. You’re just a call girl. I expect you to use my title. Are we clear?” he hissed in her ear, as his free hand gripped her ass roughly.
She nodded, trying to surface through the pleasure, even as he continued working his slick fingers into her body again.
“Say it!”
“Yes, Director Blackhawk.”
“Tell me I can have you, Miss Kitty.”
She fought to breathe as he now tormented her clit. He was hell bent on driving her over the edge again.
“I’m yours, Director.”
It was all he needed to hear. Turning her around, he shoved her to her knees. “Take my dick out and show me how much you like giving blowjobs.”
She didn't fight.
In fac
t, her fingers eagerly set him free. The second his zipper was down, she was taking him in her mouth.
“That’s right. Suck it!” he ordered, using his hand to drive her down his erection. When she swallowed him whole, reaching the base, he held her there for a second, blocking off all her air to show her who was in charge.
Elizabeth tried not to struggle, but it was hard. As if he knew she was desperate to breathe, he let her go. Sliding him out of her throat, he was slick with her saliva.
“Keep going! I didn't tell you to stop.”
She did what he asked, licking, tasting, and sucking the man in front of her. In life she was strong, but on her knees in front of Ethan Blackhawk, she was just horny.
He loved watching her take him in and out of her mouth. There was nothing more erotic than the sounds of his slick wet dick being devoured by her ruby red lips. When he was close to losing it, Ethan pulled away.
She stared up at him, completely disheveled.
Blackhawk wanted so much more. Dragging her toward the bed, he tossed her down against the pillows. Elizabeth tumbled, much like a rag doll.
“You must get a lot of practice blowing men. You did that almost too well,” he stated.
Oh, she knew her way around a Native dick alright-two of them to be exact.
She watched him. Ethan’s hands adeptly went to his belt. Elizabeth licked her lips in anticipation. What she really wanted was to feel him buried in her body.
“If you’re waiting for my dick, you’re going to be disappointed. I’m far from done for the night,” he said, whipping off his belt as he climbed onto the bed. “Lift your arms,” he demanded.
She didn't fight him.
Effortlessly, he used the leather to bind her arms above her. “Now, Miss Kitty, let’s get this night started.” With eager hands, he ripped her shirt and panties from her body, leaving only a very sheer bra beneath. Using his teeth, Ethan teased and tormented her nipples through the material.
When she arched further into his eager mouth, he nipped them a little harder.
“Oh God!” she moaned, trapped beneath him. One hand held her bound wrists above her head while the other was buried in her wetness, working her into a frenzy.
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