Deep Dark Mire (An FBI Romance Thriller ~ book four) (6 page)

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, because 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 haphaz
ardly 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.

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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 sh
e 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.

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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.

Even when he wanted to add a woman to the mix, they welcomed her willingly and without a single objection. They supported everything he did in his life, even if he suspected
that they were having second thoughts of opening up their lives to his fiancée. Most of the doubts were stemming from the tension between himself and Desdemona. Although he tried to hide it, Callen was sure that Elizabeth saw right through the farce and shortly was going to speak up.

Marrying fast was his goal, because all he wanted was to have children of his own, much like his handsome little nephew. No matter what he did,
his fiancée seemed to protest and fight him all the way. It was to the point now that if he brought up the ‘M’ word, Desdemona almost started to cry. It was out of his realm of expertise, and he’d yet to ask for help from Elizabeth, but it was coming soon. He wasn’t quite sure how long he could go on with the tempest brewing around them. Something had to give, and it just may be him.

He saw the way Desdemona glared at Elizabeth when she believed no one was looking, and he didn’t get the issue. No lines were crossed and no rules broken. Everything was exactly the same.

Walking into the office, he found everyone milling around like ants in a h
ill. FBI West was generally busy, but the energy wasn’t work related. He stopped over at Ginny’s desk and saw her furiously scribbling a note, as she spoke into the phone and worked on her computer. Handing it to him, she jerked her head towards his brother’s office.