Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (15 page)

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, s
he 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 clearly 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.

C
hapter
S
ix:

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?

H
e’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. H
ello 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.