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“Aw c’mon! That ain’t fair!”
   “Life isn’t fair, Burt.”
   I strolled out of the interrogation room and shut the door behind me, turning to peer at Burt Morton through the one way mirror. Casey was already mad-dogging the criminal, even though he couldn’t see it.
   “How long you think he’ll get?”
   “Well, if we can finagle Carina onto the case, she’ll put his ass away for a good 30 years,” I said with a shrug.
   Casey let out a soft grunt of approval. “Red’s a nasty piece of work.”
   “You like her,” I teased.
   “Don’t push it.”
   I was still chuckling as I swept out of the room and strode into the main office of the precinct, stopping at my desk.
   My phone beeped.
   I snagged it from my pocket and looked at the screen.
   Carina was asking if I was free for breakfast Saturday morning. I didn’t see why not and typed up an affirmative. Maybe I’d talk to my lawyer bestie about Morton.
   We usually tried not to shop-talk when we hung out away from our respective jobs, but I wanted this bastard to go away for as long as possible, and I knew Carina Miller was the best prosecuting lawyer in the whole of Los Angeles.
   I plopped down at my desk and gently massaged circles into my temple. It was ridiculous how a few days of vacation-like existence could be swept away so quickly, like they’d never existed in the first place.
   As rested and satisfied as I was by the end of the weekend, the second I got back to work on Monday, I was harried and stressed again. Now it was Thursday and I was rundown, tired, and ready for at least one day off, if not two in a row. This time, I’d probably not invite Chuck over for a sex marathon. Instead I’d actually rest.
   I snorted to myself as I pulled up my email and started perusing the contents. Some were semi-important, others were just protocol messages, and then there were the few that meant more paperwork. Fuck.
The paperwork was the worst, most frustrating part of being a detective. As a detective, I found there was even more paperwork. It came with the job, and I loved my job. So I kept quiet about it, even if I complained in my head.
   My phone beeped again an hour later, once I’d cleared most of emails out and got some paperwork done. I glanced at it and saw it was a text from Chuck.
   Weekend plans?
I bit the corner of my bottom lip and turned my phone over in my hand a few times, before texting back.
   What about them?
Do you have any? he texted back.
   Yeah.
There was a long pause as I worked on more paperwork.
   Ah. Well! Fine!
What?
I’m just teasing. :) Have a nice week, gumshoe.
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Chuck had caught me in a certain mood. I was caught in a web of annoyance, and not for any particular reason. Nothing bad had happened, nothing unusually different from what I had to deal with at the precinct on a daily basis. Drunken and disorderly Angelinos being carted in and sat at the end of desks before they’re booked and thrown in lock-up for a day or so. Angry criminals. Shitheads like Burt Morton trying to intimidate her with verbal molestation when she walks in to interrogate them.
   I wasn’t upset with Chuck. There was no reason for me to be upset with him. I just didn’t really want to deal with that side of my life at the moment. He wasn’t my boyfriend. I didn’t owe him attention or anything like that.
   But what I did owe him was an apology. Because he didn’t deserve to get the brunt of my strange ennui moodiness or whatever the hell I was suffering from today.
   And the poor guy probably thought I was upset with him for some reason.
   That was the beauty of our arrangement. I never had any reason to be upset with him. It was such a laidback, fun thing we had going on. If we couldn’t meet up, oh well. And when we did meet up, it was hot and enjoyable. There was no drama. We didn’t owe one another anything.
   I had to make sure he knew I wasn’t mad at him.
   And I slipped out of the office and into the hallway. Maybe a walk out in the overcast afternoon air might do me some good. I left my jacket on my chair, hoping the cold might jolt my system, give me some energy.
   I called Chuck immediately upon hitting the sidewalk outside, hugging myself with my other arm because, shit, it was cold.
   He answered after the second ring.
   “Well, hello!” he chirped.
   “Hi.”
   “Is, uh, everything okay?”
   “Yeah.” I shook my head and smiled a little. “Yes. Everything’s okay. I’m sorry about the texting.”
   He paused. “What do you mean?”
   That made me smirk to myself and roll my eyes. “You know what I mean, Chuck. You don’t have to always be a sweetheart. I was short with you when we were texting a few minutes ago.”
   “Oh.” Chuck was smart, so he didn’t say anything else. It made me smile to myself, and then I actually chuckled.
   “I’m sorry for that. It’s not anything you’ve done. You have kind of bad timing, is all. Your text hit me in a low mood.”
   “Oh,” he said again. “I’m sorry I have bad timing.”
   “No! Don’t be. I just…didn’t mean to be such a jerk.”
   “You weren’t, but, uh, is everything okay? Why the low mood? Need to talk about it?”
   That wasn’t his job. And I didn’t need to talk about it, since I couldn’t explain it, so I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it and said, “No, that’s okay. Thank you.”
   “Need to get laid?”
   I forced out a chuckle. “Thanks for the offer, Chuck, but I’ve got a lot of open cases and I shouldn’t.”
   “Gotcha. Well, no worries about the texts. We all have our days. I’m not one to judge. I have my low moods, too.”
   Part of me scoffed—luckily it was an inward reaction—because when the hell did Chuck Bartowski get low moods? Sure, he had his troubles with his invention getting looked over, and he’d sunk into a bit of a low spot during our marathon the other day when he told me about it, but he was such a genial guy. I should’ve resented him for it, but instead it just made me like him more.
   “Thank you for understanding. Just wanted to clear it up and say I’m sorry.”
   “You’re ten thousand percent forgiven.”
   “Okay,” I giggled softly. “Talk to you later. Have a nice weekend.”
   “Right. Yes. You, too!”
   When I hung up I felt a bit better. But I also felt the ennui start to creep in again. I didn’t understand it, and I didn’t much like it.

———————
   Two weeks had passed since the marathon, and in that time, I only had sex with Chuck twice. Both had been quickies, a lunchtime meet-up in an empty corner of a grocery store parking lot, and a midnight rendezvous at a beach parking lot.
   But work had piled up, and my general malaise continued.
   There was an uneasiness about things at the station, and even at home. I needed a shock to my system or something.
   Worse than that, uncomfortable thoughts of maybe needing a psych evaluation started creeping into my head. What if something bad was going on? Like the awful bits of being a detective were weighing down on me. What if I was overworked? Or what if I was depressed?
   I’d seen enough tragedies in my line of work that stemmed from a victim or a suspect who suffered from depression. Or cases I had to close soon after starting the investigation because a depressed individual took his or her own life.
   I couldn’t afford to let my own psyche invade in my work. This was important stuff. And I couldn’t be out in the field, on hard cases, if I wasn’t fit for it. It wasn’t fair to the victims or their families.
   Thinking it best that I left a little early, I climbed into my car and started the engine, letting it warm up for a moment, before I pulled out of the lot and headed home.
   On a whim, and because I hadn’t done much on a whim lately that hadn’t had to do with a case, I pulled up my phone and called Chuck, putting it on speaker.
   “Allo?”
   I made a face. “Are you Chuck’s hot French cousin or something?”
   “Oui. I am Pierre,” he grumbled in a pretty good French accent.
   With a soft snort, I cut the game a little short. “Alright, Chuck. Drop the Frenchman.”
   He chuckled and did. “What’s up, Sarah?”
   “Are you at home?”
   I heard a loud bang in the background. “Yes, I definitely am.”
   “What was that?”
   “Um nothing.”
   Unable to withstand my own curiosity, I tilted my head a bit. “You answered that pretty quickly. Entertaining someone?”
   “No one in particular.”
   “Who’s that?”
   I heard him shush whomever the woman was who’d spoken near the phone. He must have covered the mouth piece because I heard nothing but a crackle over the phone. “Chuck? Chuck, are you there?”
   I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the screen. The seconds were still counting up. We were still connected. I brought it back again. “Chuck?”
   “Hi. Yes. Sorry.” It was suddenly very quiet on his end. “I’m here. I’m just—So what’s up?” he asked, quick to change the subject.
   “Chuck, if you have someone over, it’s okay. I understand. But you don’t have to scramble to hide it from me.” I forced out a soft laugh. “We’re not exclusive, remember?”
   The question about what we actually were hung in the air suddenly, and I was annoyed by it. We were fuck buddies. That’s it.
   “I know that. I know. It’s really not—you don’t have to worry—not that you were worried. She’s actually—Okay, honestly, it’s not—”
   “I’m gonna change the subject to save you from yourself, Chuck. You don’t need to explain. I was going to ask if I could swing by to wrestle for a few hours, but you’re already with someone—”
   “No, no! No, no, no. It’s okay. She was—They’re leaving. So…”
   “Chuck,” I said, shaking my head, already preparing to turn down the street towards my apartment instead of going to the right and ending up at his. “I don’t want you kicking guests out for me.”
   “I’m not. She’s actually leaving right now.” I heard a muffled voice behind him and he covered the mouth piece again before I could hear what she was saying. When he came back, he apologized. “Sorry, she’s gone. You should come over. I’d love to wrestle.”
   I bit my lip, suddenly reluctant to do so. “I don’t know…are you sure?’
   “Yes! Just so you know, the only reason I was acting so weird over the phone and being really general and vague and stuff was because it was my sister.” I was embarrassed by the flush of relief that went through me. “And she doesn’t know I have a fuck buddy because…well…I don’t know. I just figured since we’re doing this, we aren’t making it a super obvious thing.”
   “Your sister doesn’t know about me, is what you’re saying,” I clarified for him.
   “Yeah. Exactly. And um…well, I don’t really…I don’t much like that, but it is what it is.”
   “Well, I’m about ten minutes away, so I’ll see you then.”
   “Right! Yes! Right. See you then.”
   I hung up quickly before he could say anything else. And I found myself feeling bad. Chuck was obviously close to his sister, but I wasn’t really sure how close. Close enough, considering the fact that he never mentioned parents. Which meant maybe his parents weren’t in the picture? He would’ve mentioned them by now, even if just in passing, if they were in the picture. Right?
   I hadn’t mentioned mine to him for the same reason.
   I wondered how difficult it was for Chuck, keeping the fact that he was sleeping with someone a secret from his sister. Was he keeping me a secret because his sister wouldn’t approve? She seemed pretty gung-ho about setting him up with girls. Maybe she’d think our arrangement was unhealthy, maybe she’d judge him…and me.
   The rest of the drive to his place was spent stressing over Chuck’s sister, and why he was keeping me such a secret. I was keeping him a secret from my coworkers, wasn’t I? A boyfriend was one thing, but a purely physical relationship was something else. Of course Carina knew because I spent so much time with her, and she knew me so well. She would’ve figured it out soon enough if I didn’t tell her.
   Did anybody in Chuck’s life know about me?
   It was a good thing, I knew. The safest thing.
   But it obviously bothered him a little. I needed to make sure he understood why it was for the best.
   And as I sauntered up to his door a minute later, I thought about how patronizing I sounded in my own head. Me explaining to Chuck the way things needed to be. Like I was some sort of professor or a parent. It was like I was setting down the rules and regulations and he just had to deal with it, and follow my orders.
   Outside of sex, I didn’t want him simply following orders. I wanted him to be equally involved in the barriers and guidelines of this arrangement.
   Damn it. Even as he opened the door, I thought about how much that sounded like an actual relationship. Damn it damn it.
   He smiled and opened the door wider so that I could walk in, shutting the door behind me.
   “Want a drink or anything?” he asked.
   “No, that’s okay. Thanks.”
   “Feeling a little better? Or still in kind of a funk?”
   I shrugged. “I dunno. I’ve been sort of off lately.”
   “Off how?” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, looking all mussed and casual, like he didn’t care what he looked like because he felt comfortable with me. It set off a few red flags that I ignored because I couldn’t deal with that right now. I just wanted to be held. And, quite frankly, fucked.
   “I can’t figure it out. And that makes me even more annoyed. Because I don’t really know how to fix it.”
   “Sex?”
   I giggled a little at the eyebrow dance he did. “Worth a try, don’t you think?”
   “I’ll do my best.” Chuck’s grin spread slowly, and I felt that tingle inside of my belly, crawling down to the spot right between my legs.
   I put my things down, shrugged out of my jacket, letting him hang it up, and I kicked out of my boots, leaving them by the door. And then I let him guide me down the hallway to his bedroom.
   Chuck did everything so slowly, undoing my pants, sliding the zipper down, gently peeling the material down my legs and to my ankles where I stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side.
   He was already on his knees in front of me, his bed behind him. And I silently mused at how he hadn’t made his bed today. It seemed sort of unlike him—he seemed like a pretty neat and tidy guy.
   Apparently, I’d been pretty obvious in the way I smirked at his bed, because he looked up at me and gave me a flat look. “I didn’t make it after I took a nap, okay? I already got shit from my sister for it.”
   “She gives you shit when you don’t make your bed?” I raised an eyebrow.
   “Not because she was disappointed or anything. Whether or not I make my bed—she couldn’t care less about that. She was just making fun of me because she knows I care.”
   “Ah.” I nodded. “Well, all I care about is that it’s nice and warm and cozy when I climb in there.” With one quick move, I had my sweater off, leaving me in nothing but a tight-fitting short sleeve v-neck shirt. But before I could move to the bed, he held me by my bare thighs.
   “Wait, wait. Not yet. In a second. Or maybe…a little more than a second…”
   Oh.
   My panties fell to my ankles and he lifted my right leg up to prop on his shoulder.
   As his tongue laid over my clitoris, I gasped and let my head fall back. He flicked my clit a few times, sucked it between his lips, and then licked up my slit slowly, causing me to hum happily.
   And then he was buried in my pussy, holding me with both hands on my ass, pulling me against his face. Putting one of my legs on his shoulder gave Chuck better access to my sex, but I decided to do one further, and I moved to prop my foot on the edge of the mattress behind him.
   I tangled my fingers in his soft hair on top of his head, straightening my back, and then I started thrusting against his face. He was working so hard on me, eating me out voraciously, humming against my opening, nipping at my labia with his teeth.
   As he squeezed my ass cheeks, I breathed out his name, tightening my grip on his curls.
   Just as I looked down my body to watch, he moved his hand around and pushed two fingers down between us, pressing them against my clit.
   He rubbed hard, making quick circles as I clenched my ass under his other hand. “Oh yeah, Chuck. Make me come. Oh God, almost,” I whimpered. “Fuck!”
   It was building up to the crescendo. And all he had to do was suck on my opening a few times, before I felt my walls clench, and my orgasm toppled over me.
   My legs shook, but Chuck held me steadily enough that I didn’t fall. Instead, he reached back and lowered my leg so that both of my feet were on the floor. Then he quickly rose to his full height and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
   He was holding me close, his face pressed into my hair, his arms strong and sturdy. It was a quiet moment, and it took me awhile to realize how intimate it was. The intimacy was shattered as I smacked his ass over the cute plaid PJs he wore.
   And I laughed as he haphazardly lifted me off of my feet and threw me onto the unmade bed. “Mmmmm still warm,” I teased, squirming in the sheets where I landed.
   Chuck grinned, shaking his head at me as he quickly undressed.
   I didn’t even bother with my shirt and bra, leaving them where they were because I didn’t care about my upper half right now. Chuck didn’t bother with them either, and instead, he crawled over me, grabbed the duvet and swung it over our hips to cover our lower halves.
   I gave him a look. Why the hell did we have to be covered? That never bothered us before.
   His cheeks turned a little pink. “It’s kind of cold in my apartment because I’m cutting down on my bills as much as I possibly can, which means not using the heater. And I don’t really want my butt getting cold. There. Since you seemed like you had to know.”
   I laughed and tucked my hand under the duvet, squeezing his ass. “Yes, at all costs, we must protect this fine ass.”
   That made him laugh, too, and even before either of us had finished, he pushed his length inside of me. I groaned and turned my face into the pillow. God, he was so good on top of me. We’d done so much exploration, but none of it had sullied my enjoyment of plain old missionary.
   I loved his strength grinding on top of my body, feeling his muscles against mine, watching his face go from determination to lust to ecstasy and back again. And when he kissed me, like he was doing now, his lips moving so slowly against mine as he thrusted…
   It made me so hot.
   I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on, moving with him, digging my heels into the mattress to feel everything. I wanted more. So much more. But I also just wanted to enjoy this, let him take control, let him be in the driver’s seat.   He was a damn good driver.
   And I chuckled breathlessly at that thought, feeling his mouth stretch into a smile against my lips.
   He didn’t ask what I was chuckling about. He just kept going, dragging his lips down my jaw and nibbling on my neck.
   Chuck started thrusting harder then, bracing his knees for more power. He held each thrust for a few seconds, jerking hard, holding it so that he was buried deep, deep inside of me, then pulling back and repeating.
   The long-time police officer in me suddenly felt a chill. Maybe it was the soft click I heard, or a voice…was that a voice?
   “Chuck? Did you seriously go back to b—What the fuck?!”
   I yelped and looked over Chuck’s shoulder as he spun a little to look behind him. The woman I recognized as his sister had already clapped her hands over her eyes and was bumping into the doorjamb hard to get out of his bedroom. “OH MY GOD. NOPE. NO. OH MY GOD,” she kept yelling.
   “Ellie, can you knock?!” he called after her as she disappeared out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
   Chuck’s weight slumped against me and I felt his lips on my shoulder. He was still sheathed inside of me, his hands still draped over my hips.
   “Um…” was all I was capable of. I was so embarrassed I thought I might die. This was really how I would meet Ellie Bartowski, my fuck buddy’s sister? I mean, it was completely unsurprising, even if it was the worst, most ridiculous thing. Mostly, Chuck and I were screwing when we were together, so…
   But GOD, his sister had just walked in on us really going at it.
   Shit!
   “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “I thought she was—I must not’ve locked my door when you came. And she just waltzed in.” He covered his face with both hands. “Shit seriously, I’m so sorry.”
   He finally pulled out and flopped onto his back. “I have to do some damage control.”
   “Um. Yeah.”
   We climbed out of bed and he quickly pulled his pajamas back on, throwing a robe on over that, obviously to cover up his full erection. Neither of us had gotten a chance to finish and I still felt the ache between my legs. Not even full mortification had dulled it.
   “Should I just…wait here?”
   “Um, I’ll go out first,” he said, mercifully. “Go ahead and get dressed again. And um…well, she’s going to be—You should probably meet her. I know, this is—this is the worst, oh my god, I’m so embarrassed and so sorry.” He pushed his hands through his hair, looking miserable.
   “No, it’s okay. It was bound to happen at, um, at some point. Right?” I shrugged.
   “Yeah.” He just looked at me for a moment as I slid my panties up my legs. “Uh, right! Right.” He made a popping sound with his lips and then rushed out of the room.
   He was obviously mad at his sister for bursting in the way she did, but I couldn’t really fault her that much. She was his sister, for shit’s sake. It wasn’t like siblings were supposed to hide things from each other. Or whatever. I didn’t really know.
   Finally, even though I would’ve rather crawled into a hole and disappeared, I walked down the hallway.
   “Chuck, you never date. You never bring girls home. You’re always here playing video games. How the fuck was I supposed to know you’d be in bed with someone when I came back to grab my book?” I heard Ellie ask in a frustrated hiss.
   “I am an adult. I have my own apartment. This is my private space. You can’t burst in like you live here!” he hissed back.
   “See, you’re just lashing out at me because you’re embarrassed. And while that definitely wasn’t what I needed or wanted to see ever, and while I’ll probably have nightmares for years now, I’m not gonna dignify your snappiness by snapping back.”
   I kind of had to admit I liked her already.
   But all further thoughts flew out the window as I stepped into view. She spun to look at me and her jaw dropped. “Dear God almighty, you are so pretty.”
   I must have turned beet red at the sincerity of the complimentary outburst. “Uh…”
   “Ellie,” Chuck hissed.
   “Sorry! Sorry. Ohh God, I’m so sorry.” She put her hands on the sides of her face and giggled a little, her face also red. “I’m Ellie. I’m his sister. Chuck—I don’t know if he told you about me.”
   The silence was incredibly awkward as I flicked my eyes back and forth between Chuck and his sister. Until Ellie gave Chuck a total death glare. He jumped. “Uh! Oh! Sorry! Ellie! This is my sister, Ellie. This, um…This is Sarah, Ellie.”
   “Sarah. Hi.” She lunged forward, sticking her hand out tentatively.
   I took it and was surprised by how strong of a grip the woman had. “Hi, Ellie. Um, he has told me about you…uh, a little.”
   “Oh. Good. Then you didn’t think I was some other woman or something—And dear God, that sounded so gross. I realized how gross that was the second it came out of my mouth, I’m so sorry.”
   This was absolutely Chuck Bartowski’s sister. I would’ve laughed if this wasn’t a completely terrible situation. How was Chuck going to explain this to his sister? And how could I finagle things to make sure I wasn’t here for it when he did?
   But Ellie, as completely observant and apparently kind as she was, quickly did it for me. “Well, I’m going to disappear. Completely. And hopefully wipe this from my memory. Not you! I don’t think I could wipe you from my memory if I tried,” she said, looking at me. “You’re just gorgeous—I didn’t think Chuck—well, nothing. I’m going to shut up before he kills me. Nice to meet you I’M GOING!”
   “Um…bye.”
   But she was already gone, the book she must have come back for clutched it in her grip. I was almost impressed by how efficiently she’d shot Chuck a LATER look over her shoulder before shutting the door behind her.
   Chuck lunged for the door and locked it. It was almost funny.
   And then it was funny.
   And I found I couldn’t stop laughing.
   I laughed so hard that I ended up having to lean against the wall beside the kitchen entrance, covering my mouth with one hand, feeling tears gather.
   He merely chuckled and shook his head, dragging his fingers through his hair and turning to face me.
   When my laughter finally died down, what felt like minutes later, he walked a bit closer and cleared his throat. He was so incredibly red, from his hairline all the way down to the collar of his shirt.
   “I’m really sorry. Seriously. As ridiculous as that was. I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t mean for that to—I thought she’d gone for the night. I mean, I really didn’t think she’d come back.”
   “No, it’s okay. It’s nobody’s fault. It’s just something that…happened.”
   “Ugh yeah.” He winced. “I know you didn’t really wanna meet my sister.”   “No, it isn’t that. It’s not that I don’t want to meet her, Chuck. It’s just that our…thing…isn’t a regular…”
   “Thing?”
   “Yeah.” This time I winced. “I mean, how’s your sister gonna react to finding out we’re just…”
   “Sexing?”
   I couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Uh, yeah.”
   “She’ll be super surprised. It’s kind of out of character for me. In the past, I’ve gotten…I have this way of…”
   I would’ve preferred he didn’t finish it, but he did anyways, because he couldn’t read my mind unless we were in bed, I guess.
   “I get really attached to women. I mean, when I date, it’s…when I fall, I fall hard. Like I said in the beginning, I’m…I’m an emotional mess.”
   “You did say that.”
   “Yep. ‘Cause it’s true. She’s probably going to be…well, nothing.”
   “What?” I shouldn’t have asked, but I was so curious.
   “She’s going to be worried about me. Like, worried that I’ll get hurt.”
   “It’s a valid worry for an older sister to have about her brother.”
   “Right.” He cleared his throat then and fixed his robe a little. I had this thought that Ellie would be beaming on the drive home, thinking her brother had found someone. God, would it crush her spirit if she knew I was only a fuck buddy? That this was sex and nothing else?
   “Look, I have to say.” He closed the distance between us and held my arms gently. “I can’t lie to her. I can’t say you’re my girlfriend when you’re…” The way he had to look away, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncomfortably, made me feel a little hollow inside. “You’re not. I can’t lie straight to her face. She’d be so upset with me if she ever found out the truth, and—and I just don’t lie to my sister. Ellie and I…we don’t do that. I have to tell her the truth.”
   I nodded, and I felt even more hollow as I realized the woman who’d seemed so sweet, even under the terribly awkward and embarrassing circumstances, would probably like me a lot less when Chuck told her I was keeping things physical between us.
   He was Chuck, though. He’d make it an equal thing. Like we both were equally into the concept of being fuck buddies. When I’d had to do some persuading. And I could feel sometimes…I wondered if he was slipping here and there. Like that hug he’d given me after eating me out…like he just had to hold me close. Like a lover.
   “Of course, Chuck. I get that. I couldn’t lie to Carina, either.”
   He smiled and leaned in to kiss me softly. It made my heart thud against my chest. “Thank you. And I’m sorry. Again.”
   “Don’t be. It was gonna happen at some point. If not your sister, then Carina. I just…don’t really like that Ellie found out this way.”
   “Yeah. She’s…” He sighed, his face troubled. “It’ll be okay, though.”
   I smiled at him reassuringly.
   “Rest assured she isn’t coming back tonight. Sooooo…”
   “Really? After your sister walks in on us, you want to continue?”
   Chuck gave me a flat look and opened up his robe. My eyes dropped to the long shaft poking obviously from under the material at the front of his pants. “As embarrassing as that was, my libido didn’t give a fuck.”
   “Good. ‘Cause neither did mine.”
   I did away with the pretense, chucking the idea of the bed for now, and I shoved my pants and underwear down, kicking them away and yanking his PJs down. I was in his arms, moving through the room, and then my ass was perched on the edge of his bar, the bottles of alcohol left out on the wooden bar top shaking a little as I made contact.
   Chuck wasn’t as gentle as before when he rammed his cock into my pussy, causing me to cry out in surprise. I giggled lustily and had to reach up to slam my hand against the wall above my head, holding onto the edge of the bar with the other hand, and letting him fuck me to oblivion.
   It was over quickly, and we came together, our voices loud as we let out our passion.
   I left his apartment after a few minutes, still a bit mortified from the earlier experience, but thrilled by the feeling of total satisfaction. I didn’t know if it was Chuck’s intention—maybe a cocky little game he played in his head—but he never let me go without making me come at least twice. It was amazing. It was everything.
   And for the time being, it was the best part of my existence.
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   “What the hell is this?”
   “Put it on.”
   I blinked down at what he’d given me once we climbed into his car. The sun was still in the process of lowering, the sky above the line of buildings a warm blend of reds, oranges, and purples. “Um…” I gave him a dubious look.
   “C’mon. Trust me.”
   I did. But I was still insatiably curious. “Fine. I will. But I wanna know why you have me putting on a blindfold.”
   “Because I don’t trust you not to look.”
   “Oh so I’m supposed to trust you. But you don’t even trust me to keep my eyes closed?”
   He laughed as I put the blindfold on, tying it expertly behind my head. And because I wanted to prove him wrong, I did it tight enough that I legitimately couldn’t see anything. “Nope. No, I don’t trust you to keep your eyes closed. Sorry.”
   “You aren’t a bit a sorry,” I said, pouting under the blindfold, and I couldn’t help but smile when I felt his lips gently peck mine.
   The car started and we were moving, going somewhere.
   Where, I had no idea.
   And I supposed that was the point of the whole blindfold thing.
   Chuck had called earlier on in the day to ask if I had some free time tonight. Assuming we’d meet up for sex, I’d said no. Because I didn’t have plans. And because I really needed to let my hair down and loosen up a little. I needed time to focus on something that wasn’t work. Chuck was a really good outlet for that.
   I also had all tomorrow to recuperate. I’d bagged Raymond Prestley earlier this morning after the guy hit five separate homes in the Echo Park area in less than one week. I was just doing my job, but Graham told me to take a day for myself. As a reward, I supposed.
   And I would.
   Tomorrow I would try not to think about the case still sitting on my desk, the one that a few of us were pooling our resources to solve an to no avail as of yet. I felt like a bum, guilt going through me, even as I sat in the passenger seat of Chuck’s car, leaving my colleagues to the work without me.
   But Graham had ordered me to take a day.
   And so I would. But not without feeling guilty.
   “Hey. Why the frown?” I heard Chuck ask, and I felt him poke my bottom lip.
   I batted at his hand blindly. “I’m not frowning.”
   “You aren’t now, no. But you were.”
   “Just getting lost in my head. That’s all.”
   “Ah. Anything I can help you with? Is it work again?”
   I shrugged. “Isn’t it always? It’s not a big deal. Just have a case I’m working and the chief is making me take tomorrow off.”
   “Because you’re overworked?”
   “Probably. Does it show?” I raised an eyebrow but I wasn’t sure he’d see it because of the blindfold.
   “Even if it did, you don’t really think I’m stupid enough to say it out loud, do you?”
   I swatted in his direction and made contact with some part of him. “Shut up!” I laughed.
   I could hear him chuckling. “Don’t hit the driver, Detective Walker. Bad form.”
   “Idiot,” I said in amusement. And he chuckled again.
   “Hey, you have tomorrow off?”
   “Yeah…”
   “Okay.”
   That made me suspicious, and I turned to face him even though I couldn’t see him. “Whyyy?” I drawled.
   “No reason!” he chirped, and I was even more suspicious.
   We didn’t say much for the rest of the journey, because I fell back into my own head again, and also because I figured I wouldn’t get anything out of him no matter how much I asked.
   I finally felt the car slow to a stop after twenty minutes or so, and as I reached up to grab the blindfold, meaning to take it off, he grabbed my hand.
   “Ah ah! Eager beaver. Wait just a moment. Don’t take it off ’til I tell you to.”
   “Chuck…I’m not walking through public with a blindfold on.”
   “Nobody’s gonna see you but me. Trust me.”
   I grumbled but let him help me out of the car and walk me up onto a curb. I heard him swipe a card in a door and we moved inside. He then led me into an elevator. I wracked my brain to try to figure out what exactly his plan was.
   Where the hell was he taking me?
   It wasn’t until he swiped a card again, the little bleep bleep signaling the door was unlocked, that I figured I had a pretty good idea. It was a hotel room, most likely.
   Meeting at a hotel for sex was very…illicit affair-ish. Like we didn’t want our spouses to know, or…something. I wasn’t really sure how much I liked the idea of him spending money on this. We weren’t a couple. We pretty regularly fucked each other.
   And then Chuck was carefully untying the blindfold, pulling it away from my eyes. “Ta da!”
   I didn’t say anything as he stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders. It was a damn nice hotel room. Rather, it was a suite. The bedroom was raised a little higher than the main room, two steps leading up to it, with wooden doors that slid shut and separated it from everything else. And beyond the glass door beside the bedroom was a balcony, beyond that what looked like the ocean.
   “Okay, I know this might seem like a lot, maybe too much, but don’t worry because I didn’t pay for this. I just called in a favor.”
   I looked at him over my shoulder. “You didn’t pay for it?”
   “No. See I did the owner a solid a few years ago. They pride themselves on being paperless here, but that means everything’s in their computer system. They have a database. And a lot of it is online, as well. Their system crash, though. Some sort of virus. And I fixed it. From that day on, he promised me a free stay here anytime I want.” He grinned at me as I turned to gape at him.
   “Until now, it wasn’t really something I felt like cashing in on. I live in LA. Why would I stay in a hotel here?” He shrugged.
   “Why use it now?”
   “Ummmmm.” He blushed a little bit and shrugged, suddenly looking uncharacteristically bashful. “You said a few days ago that you felt a little off. It’s a sentiment I totally understand. So I thought maybe—I thought it might do you some good to have one night where we aren’t just…” He cleared his throat. “When we meet, it’s either your place, my place, or…erm…”
   “The backseat of a car?” I smirked. “Don’t knock it, Bartowski. Some of my best orgasms have been with you in my BMW.”
   He chuckled breathlessly, pushing a hand through his dark hair. “It’s the strange angle.”
   I giggled.
   “Look, I was just trying to sort of…switch it up. This is new. Maybe it’ll be kind of…fun. Different. I mean, just look how got damn fancy this place is!”
   This time, I downright laughed, twirling slowly to take it all in. “This really is super fuckin’ fancy. Gotta hand it to you, Chuck. Your job’s given you a pretty amazing perk.”
   “Right? I can’t slam my job all the time.”
   He’d called in a favor to get us someplace new to have sex, even if it was only for tonight. Because he thought it would break the ennui I was suffering from.
   He was so sweet. Almost too sweet, sometimes.
   But that was okay. I had every intention of sullying him tonight.
   I nearly snorted to myself at how dorky that thought was.
   But instead I hooked my hand in the front of his jacket and tugged him close. “Bed first? Or later?”
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   Apparently later.
   I’d barely gotten my jeans and panties off when he bent me forward so that I had to hold onto the arm of the couch. I heard the zipper of his jeans and the sound of him dropping his pants, before I felt him enter me from behind.
   “Oh fuck!” I yelped. I squeezed the couch arm and braced myself as he held onto my hip with one hand and draped the other over the small of my back, thrusting into me hard and fast almost immediately.
   After a few more thrusts, he reached down and took my left leg in his strong grip, and he lifted it, propping my knee on the couch arm next to my hand. With my legs wide open, granting him more access to my pussy, he slid in and out of me with ease, clinging to my hips with both hands, his groin slapping against my ass cheeks as I bent forward a little more.
   “Nngg! Hnng! Yes, Chuck…Oh God yeah…” I panted.
   But before we could get any further, there was a brisk knock at our door.
   We both stilled and I slid my knee from the arm, putting my foot back on the floor.
   “Do you think we’ll ever have sex again without being interrupted?” Chuck asked breathlessly into my ear.
   I laughed and gently pushed at his torso so that he would pull out of me. He had his pants up and fastened before me, so I shuffled off behind the partially shut door to the bedroom and finished, listening intently as he answered the door.
   “Mr. Clarke sent this up, compliments of the management, sir,” the waiter said, and I heard a cart being rolled in. I decided to stay where I was, just in case, very quietly moving to peek through the crack in the panel of the door.
   “That’s too kind of him. Thank you very much.”
   “Shall I open the bottle for you?”
   “Uhhh…no, no. That’s okay. Thanks. I’ll open it myself in a bit.”
   “Very good, sir. I’ll leave the opener here. Anything else I can get you?”
   “No, thank you.”
   I watched as the waiter went to the door, but then Chuck stopped him with a tap to his shoulder.
   “Just a—Just a moment. Um…” He went into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled his wallet out, handing the waiter a tip.
   “No, sir…this isn’t necessary. Mr. Clarke said—”
   “Please, I insist. Keep it.”
   “Very good, sir. Thank you, sir. Have a good night. Ring us if we can bring you anything else.”
   “I will. Thanks.”
   Once the waiter ducked out and I saw Chuck slide the lock shut, I reemerged and bobbed my eyebrows at him, crossing my arms. “Complimentary champagne. And with two glasses. Seems sort of like Mr. Clarke’s done this for you before. How many other girls have you blindfolded and taken up into your private little complimentary suite, Mr. Bartowski?”
   He wrinkled his nose thoughtfully. “Um, about 127. 128 counting you.”
   I glared but couldn’t keep it up for long, and I broke into a bubbly giggle. “You’re an idiot.”
   “An idiot who gets a lot of tail.” He buffed his nails on his shirt and grinned cheekily.
   For a second, I wasn’t entirely sure how much he was joking, and then I realized I was being ridiculous. He was like me—incredibly busy and focusing on other things. We were literally all we had time for, respectively.
   “Honestly, you’re the only one.” She shrugged at that, letting him know she was fully aware that she was the only one. “Although I’m sure he’s harbored many an illicit couple in his hotel. Just about every hotel manager has, am I right?”
   “Are we illicit?” I asked, trying to get things back into the mood.
   “I mean, depending on our mood…”
   That made me laugh pretty hard, and I gestured towards his pants with a flick of my wrist. “Drop ‘em.”
   We undressed completely this time, not taking our time even though we had it. There was time for taking time later. Or something.
   My thoughts were all jumbled as he hoisted me into his arms so that I was forced to wrap my legs around his long, delicious body. I held onto his shoulders and grinned, expecting him to walk me to the bedroom or the couch.
   Somewhere.
   But instead he reached between us and guided himself into me right where he stood, in the middle of the room. I grabbed onto his hair tightly and pulled his head back, moaning his name.
   Even as he winced from having me pull his hair, Chuck began to slam his hips against me, bouncing me over and over and over again. The slapping sound was such a turn on as our groins met hard and fast. He slung his arm around my lower back and just kept slamming himself into me.
   I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything but hang on and let him fuck me. My tits bounced wildly, so much so that they almost hurt, but I didn’t say anything. All I was really capable of was repetitive, high pitched whimpering.
   But as I set my gaze to his face, I saw how red he looked, how much he was straining. And as sexy as I found his bulging muscles and all of the definition in his body, I didn’t want him wearing himself out. As hot and impressive as this position was, with Chuck showcasing his strength.
   “Wait!” I gasped out. “Wait, wait…” I panted a little bit as he stopped, holding me close so that he was buried deep inside of me. “Sit down. I wanna ride you.”
   I giggled breathlessly as he rushed to the couch, since it was the nearest thing. And as he sat on the edge of it, I whimpered, feeling my groin thump against his as he shifted to get as deep inside of me as possible.
   I almost started grinding ruthlessly against him, but then I decided that I wanted to be in the driver’s seat this time. I really wanted the control. So I got off of him, receiving a baffled look, even though his eyes were shaded by a lustful haze. And then I stepped in between his thighs and smirked down at him, before kneeling down in front of him and wedging my arms under his knees.
   I forced him to bend his legs so that his knees were up by his shoulders. I could tell he was still a little confused, and maybe even a bit uncomfortable about how open and vulnerable this left him. But he still grabbed his legs under his knees and held himself in that position when I guided him.
   I scooted up close, then reached down to take his dick in my fingers, lowering myself until I felt his head against my entrance. Bending my knees, I slid down his shaft until it was as deep as it could go, biting my lip and letting out a soft “Nng!”
   Then I positioned my palms on the cushion on either side of Chuck’s ass.
   Just like that, I was fucking him in the Amazon position, the same position Carina had talked about. I’d done it only one other time, but I’d been rather a novice then.
   I’d studied since that time. And I knew exactly what I was doing.
   I gyrated my hips without my usual grace, instead jerking hard and fast so that our bodies slapped together.
   “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, watching attentively. With how much I knew he loved watching when I was on top, I was sure this was probably the hottest possible thing he could potentially imagine. “This is so hot!”
   “You like it?” I whimpered breathlessly. “Huh? You like it when I fuck you?” I asked, emphasizing fuck. I grit my teeth and threw my head back, letting out a strangled cry of his name. His cock really was just…it was amazing.
   “Yes,” he groaned. “Oh, talk to me. I wanna hear your voice, baby.”
   I moved my hands so that they were propped on his shoulders, and then I started bouncing myself down onto his cock, my tits swinging in front of his face. “You make me so wet,” I ground out through clenched teeth. “You make me so fucking hot and wet.”
   “God yeees,” he groaned. “What are you going to do to me?”
   “I’m gonna fuck your cock like you’re my bitch,” I said, a little shocked at myself for that one. But Chuck didn’t seem shocked, as much as he looked incredibly turned on. “Say you’re my bitch,” I commanded, clenching my teeth again, my eyes flashing in heat.
   A look of mischief broke into his face set with pleasure. “No,” he growled.
   I nearly stopped what I was doing. But I covered the slight pause by shifting on his cock and starting to grind on him again, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. “What’d you say to me?”
   “I’m not saying that.”
   “Yes, you fucking are,” I gasped.
   “Or what?” He raised his chin a little. “Huh? What are you gonna do about it if I don’t say it?”
   Ohh wow. He was on fire. And I was on fire. The whole room was on fire. I didn’t know dirty talk would be this effective.
   I reached down and swung my hand hard against his ass that was partially hanging off of the edge of the couch. It made a loud slap and his body twitched. “Ow!” he said, and he chuckled. It was more of an amused panting sound. I did it again and he grit his teeth this time. “I’m still not your bitch.”
   Furiously searching for a way to bring the game to new heights, I slid myself off of him, and turned around, scooting back and mounting him facing the other direction, my ass sticking out.
   I grabbed the coffee table in front of me and started to buck on his dick. “Oh yes!” I cried out, my voice a little ragged. I was relentless, slamming myself against him, grinding, bouncing.
   His growling encouragements spurred me on. And as I reached down to grab his balls and squeeze them, I felt him suddenly squirt inside of me.
   “Sarah!!!! Saaraaahh! Oh fuck yes!”
   I gyrated hard and slow, milking his cock, making sure I got every last drop of his cum inside of me. And then I stood up, my legs a little shaky. I needed to come so bad, but I just turned to face him, looking down at him.
   He clenched his jaw, panting hard, and then he reached over to grab me by my hips, yanking me towards him. “I am your bitch,” he insisted, helping me crawl up to sling a leg over the back of the couch and dig my other foot against the couch cushion.
   I tangled my fingers in his hair and held on for dear life as he ate me out like a fucking savage. Like he’d been starving for days. Weeks. Months. God, fucking years.
   “That’s right!” I gasped. “That’s right you’re my bitch!”
   I was grinning like a madwoman, most likely. Everything was heightened. From the feeling of his tongue lapping at my sex to his strong fingers clenching against my ass and thigh. I started to thrust myself against his face. “Ah! Ah! Nnnngggg!! Hnng! God, I’m almost there,” I panted.
   And when I came I nearly fell backwards.
   But Chuck held me tight, lowering my back to the couch and diving down between my legs to taste my juices. It took him so long to lower me down from my climax that he must’ve decided to double his efforts—since he was already there—and I came a second time.
   After a few minutes, we ended up in the bedroom, continuing to drive one another mad. There was a lot of laughter, and since that seemed to be tonight’s theme, it was peppered with a good deal of dirty talk and naughtiness.
   And when we eventually succumbed to exhaustion, I thought distantly to myself that he was spooning me, holding me close. And there was something deeper there. I could feel it, sense it. Something that was setting off warning signs. The last thing I was conscious of was a flurry of red flags, before I finally fell asleep, too weak and satisfied to move out of his embrace.

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