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CHAPTER TWO

JJ shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she stood outside of Rossi's house. She had been staring at the wooden door for the last five minutes, trying to decide if she wanted to ring the bell. Things had been good for the last month, ever since their indiscretion in the truck. Well, things had been good between her and Rossi; they had returned to the simple colleague relationship they'd had before. No one seemed any wiser. Her relationship with Will, however...

She sighed. Her now defunct relationship with Will was exactly why she was here. With renewed determination, she banged on the door, forgoing the bell. Somehow, she was unsurprised when Rossi appeared less than two minutes later, dressed sans his feet, with a scotch in his hand, almost as if he was expecting her to appear. He smiled slightly when he saw her standing there.

"Good evening, JJ," Rossi nearly purred. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

JJ crossed her arms, drawing strength. Her voice was firm when she replied, "I think we both know why I'm here."

Rossi raised a single eyebrow. "Please, come inside."

She lingered in the hallway, turning to face him when he closed the door. JJ nearly smirked when he simply stared her down. "Will and I are over."

"I'm sorry to hear that." The regret in his voice was sincere.

"I'm not," she answered with a shrug. "It was only a matter of time. It would have been years ago if not for Henry."

Rossi raised his chin. "And where is Henry?"

For the first time, she faltered. "He's, uh, he's with Garcia. She offered to watch him for the night so that Will and I could work on our relationship." She stared at him with piercing eyes. "I'm tired of working."

"Can I offer you a drink?"

This time, she did smile, taking a step forward. JJ took the glass from his hand and down the remains of his drink, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm good." She put the glass on the hallway table. "So, the only question remains, are you ready to do this?"

Rossi's eyes flickered from her face to the glass and back again. "I have one condition."

"And what's that?" Inwardly, she sighed. She had come here to play games. She came here to forget; forget she was a mother; forget she had most likely instigated a very messy break-up.

"This time, I get to lead."

JJ closed her eyes, debating. She had come for a quick lay as she had before. Giving up control was not on her agenda. On the other hand, she had spent the last thirty-three days aching to have his penis throbbing inside of her once again. Besides, what else did she have to do tonight.

"Deal." JJ opened her eyes in time to see desire chase uncertainty from his brown orbs. She felt her insides stir under his lustful gaze.

"Good," he whispered in her ear. He fisted one hand into her blond tresses and looped the other around her waist. Carefully so as to not startle her, he lowered his mouth over hers. He felt her stiffen, but refused to relent. Rossi increased pressure until she finally folded, opening her mouth to his. He conquered her mouth, staking it as his own, until she whimpered. He grinned smugly. "I just had to do that once. Take off your shirt."

JJ rolled her eyes before pulling her t-shirt slowly over her head, revealing her creamy skin. She put her hands on her hips and stood there, boldly. "Let's go. I'm not stripping alone here."

"I'm suppose to be in charge," he growled. He knew she wouldn't submit for too long. Shaking his head, he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his white undershirt. JJ ran her hands up his chest, making him shiver. Rossi captured her wrists, holding them against his sides. He leaned in to kiss her again, but she turned her head away from him. Undaunted, he simply turned his attention to her neck, nipping where it met her shoulder. He ran his tongue over the bite to sooth it.

"Are you just going to play all night?" she asked, impatiently.

Rossi huffed. He released her wrists to put both hands under her butt. He lifted her in the air and backed her against the wall. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Rossi nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent deeply as if committing it to memory. He placed wet kisses down her chest until he hit the top of her blue satin bra. He skimmed over the bra until he found her nipple. Without warning, he suckled as much of her breast as he was able until she cried out, grounding down on him.

Already, Rossi was panting, the bulge in his pants painfully straining against the zipper of his jeans. He had wanted to go slow, wanted to show her that he could be more than just a quick fuck, but he needed to be in her as soon as possible. Rossi pulled away so that he could see her face. She bit her bottom lip seductively, waiting for his next move. Getting her all the way upstairs to his bedroom would be ideal, but he was certain neither of them could wait that long.

Grabbing hold of her tightly, Rossi turned and walked her to the kitchen, sending up a silent thanks that his housekeeper had been there just that morning. He placed JJ on the marble counter and stepped back. She kicked her feet playfully.

"What's on the menu, Dave?"

Rossi reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. "You."

JJ let out an uncharacteristic giggle as she removed her bra completely. He stared awestruck at the round breasts. They were better than he imagined and his mouth began to water. He sucked one raspberry nipple into his mouth while pinching and rolling the other between his thumb and finger. He was so engrossed in what he was doing, he failed to notice her unbuckling his belt until she wrapped her smooth hand around him causing him to jump.

"Sneaky," Rossi admonished with a twinkle in his eye. He moved her hand from him. Rossi grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the counter. He dropped to his knees to remove her shoes and socks, running his fingers up her calves.

Rossi stood again, his hands immediately going to the button of her jeans. He leisurely pulled her jeans down her legs, snagging her matching blue panties with them. He ran his hands over her thighs, pushing them open. He bent down, placing a kiss just over her pubic hair. He chuckled when she jumped, his warm breath parting her wet curls. Rossi placed his hand on her stomach to get her to lay back.

"Make sure you breath," Rossi warned her before lowering his head to her. He used his tongue to search through her folds, finding the places that made her gasp and squirm. He settled when he found the spot that caused her to buck. She gripped his hair when he inserted to fingers into her, pumping in and out while she promised him death and ecstasy all in one. JJ covered his ears with her thighs as the orgasm exploded around her, hoping she wouldn't suffocate him as she was unable to let him go.

"That... was incredible," JJ heaved when the room stopped spinning. She raised herself on her elbows to see Rossi grinning at her like a Cheshire cat. "You're pretty proud of yourself right now, aren't you?"

Rossi's smile grew wider. "I think I did okay."

JJ jerked her chin. "Get up here."

"Whatever you say." Rossi dropped his own jeans and boxers before scrambling onto the counter. He took a minute to taste her breasts once more, giving her more time to recover.

"Now, Dave," she ordered, pushing against him, tired of waiting.

Rossi grabbed his penis, rubbing it over her clit a few times just to watch her twitch. He could see fury flash into her eyes and knew his time for teasing was over. Languidly, Rossi pushed into her, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort.

"Go!" JJ pushed herself into him. "Go!"

Rossi pulled nearly completely out of her before filling her to the tilt once more. He set an athletic pace, unable to hold back now that he had her. He peppered every inch of her skin he could reach, careful to avoid coming near her lips.

"Dave," she keened. "Oh, God! Dave!"

"JJ!" he answered, picking up his pace as he felt her walls begin to quiver.

She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as her second orgasm hit. JJ bit his neck, hard, knowing she'd leave a mark, but not caring. The pain only fueled his pleasure and he joined her over the edge. He lay over her as they came down, keeping most of his weight off of her. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so sated.

JJ wiggled out from underneath him some time later. She leaned down to gather her clothes. "Thanks, Rossi. This was fun."

He sat up on the counter, his breathing still heavy. "Maybe we could do this again sometime."

"Maybe," she agreed, flakely, adjusting her bra. "But for now, I should probably concentrating on getting my life together; pretend I'm in mourning over this relationship."

"Pretend?"

JJ shrugged. She tied her tennis shoes and stood, remembering her shirt was in the hallway. "Like I said, it would have been over years ago if not for Henry. The only guilt I feel is that I don't feel guilty. Anyway, see you at work on Monday."

"See ya," he called after her. He waited until he heard the door close before jumping off the counter. He knew he had to have her again; he just needed to wait until the time was right.

JJ shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she stood outside of Rossi's house. She had been staring at the wooden door for the last five minutes, trying to decide if she wanted to ring the bell. Things had been good for the last month, ever since their indiscretion in the truck. Well, things had been good between her and Rossi; they had returned to the simple colleague relationship they'd had before. No one seemed any wiser. Her relationship with Will, however...

She sighed. Her now defunct relationship with Will was exactly why she was here. With renewed determination, she banged on the door, forgoing the bell. Somehow, she was unsurprised when Rossi appeared less than two minutes later, dressed sans his feet, with a scotch in his hand, almost as if he was expecting her to appear. He smiled slightly when he saw her standing there.

"Good evening, JJ," Rossi nearly purred. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

JJ crossed her arms, drawing strength. Her voice was firm when she replied, "I think we both know why I'm here."

Rossi raised a single eyebrow. "Please, come inside."

She lingered in the hallway, turning to face him when he closed the door. JJ nearly smirked when he simply stared her down. "Will and I are over."

"I'm sorry to hear that." The regret in his voice was sincere.

"I'm not," she answered with a shrug. "It was only a matter of time. It would have been years ago if not for Henry."

Rossi raised his chin. "And where is Henry?"

For the first time, she faltered. "He's, uh, he's with Garcia. She offered to watch him for the night so that Will and I could work on our relationship." She stared at him with piercing eyes. "I'm tired of working."

"Can I offer you a drink?"

This time, she did smile, taking a step forward. JJ took the glass from his hand and down the remains of his drink, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm good." She put the glass on the hallway table. "So, the only question remains, are you ready to do this?"

Rossi's eyes flickered from her face to the glass and back again. "I have one condition."

"And what's that?" Inwardly, she sighed. She had come here to play games. She came here to forget; forget she was a mother; forget she had most likely instigated a very messy break-up.

"This time, I get to lead."

JJ closed her eyes, debating. She had come for a quick lay as she had before. Giving up control was not on her agenda. On the other hand, she had spent the last thirty-three days aching to have his penis throbbing inside of her once again. Besides, what else did she have to do tonight.

"Deal." JJ opened her eyes in time to see desire chase uncertainty from his brown orbs. She felt her insides stir under his lustful gaze.

"Good," he whispered in her ear. He fisted one hand into her blond tresses and looped the other around her waist. Carefully so as to not startle her, he lowered his mouth over hers. He felt her stiffen, but refused to relent. Rossi increased pressure until she finally folded, opening her mouth to his. He conquered her mouth, staking it as his own, until she whimpered. He grinned smugly. "I just had to do that once. Take off your shirt."

JJ rolled her eyes before pulling her t-shirt slowly over her head, revealing her creamy skin. She put her hands on her hips and stood there, boldly. "Let's go. I'm not stripping alone here."

"I'm suppose to be in charge," he growled. He knew she wouldn't submit for too long. Shaking his head, he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his white undershirt. JJ ran her hands up his chest, making him shiver. Rossi captured her wrists, holding them against his sides. He leaned in to kiss her again, but she turned her head away from him. Undaunted, he simply turned his attention to her neck, nipping where it met her shoulder. He ran his tongue over the bite to sooth it.

"Are you just going to play all night?" she asked, impatiently.

Rossi huffed. He released her wrists to put both hands under her butt. He lifted her in the air and backed her against the wall. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Rossi nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent deeply as if committing it to memory. He placed wet kisses down her chest until he hit the top of her blue satin bra. He skimmed over the bra until he found her nipple. Without warning, he suckled as much of her breast as he was able until she cried out, grounding down on him.

Already, Rossi was panting, the bulge in his pants painfully straining against the zipper of his jeans. He had wanted to go slow, wanted to show her that he could be more than just a quick fuck, but he needed to be in her as soon as possible. Rossi pulled away so that he could see her face. She bit her bottom lip seductively, waiting for his next move. Getting her all the way upstairs to his bedroom would be ideal, but he was certain neither of them could wait that long.

Grabbing hold of her tightly, Rossi turned and walked her to the kitchen, sending up a silent thanks that his housekeeper had been there just that morning. He placed JJ on the marble counter and stepped back. She kicked her feet playfully.

"What's on the menu, Dave?"

Rossi reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. "You."

JJ let out an uncharacteristic giggle as she removed her bra completely. He stared awestruck at the round breasts. They were better than he imagined and his mouth began to water. He sucked one raspberry nipple into his mouth while pinching and rolling the other between his thumb and finger. He was so engrossed in what he was doing, he failed to notice her unbuckling his belt until she wrapped her smooth hand around him causing him to jump.

"Sneaky," Rossi admonished with a twinkle in his eye. He moved her hand from him. Rossi grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the counter. He dropped to his knees to remove her shoes and socks, running his fingers up her calves.

Rossi stood again, his hands immediately going to the button of her jeans. He leisurely pulled her jeans down her legs, snagging her matching blue panties with them. He ran his hands over her thighs, pushing them open. He bent down, placing a kiss just over her pubic hair. He chuckled when she jumped, his warm breath parting her wet curls. Rossi placed his hand on her stomach to get her to lay back.

"Make sure you breath," Rossi warned her before lowering his head to her. He used his tongue to search through her folds, finding the places that made her gasp and squirm. He settled when he found the spot that caused her to buck. She gripped his hair when he inserted to fingers into her, pumping in and out while she promised him death and ecstasy all in one. JJ covered his ears with her thighs as the orgasm exploded around her, hoping she wouldn't suffocate him as she was unable to let him go.

"That... was incredible," JJ heaved when the room stopped spinning. She raised herself on her elbows to see Rossi grinning at her like a Cheshire cat. "You're pretty proud of yourself right now, aren't you?"

Rossi's smile grew wider. "I think I did okay."

JJ jerked her chin. "Get up here."

"Whatever you say." Rossi dropped his own jeans and boxers before scrambling onto the counter. He took a minute to taste her breasts once more, giving her more time to recover.

"Now, Dave," she ordered, pushing against him, tired of waiting.

Rossi grabbed his penis, rubbing it over her clit a few times just to watch her twitch. He could see fury flash into her eyes and knew his time for teasing was over. Languidly, Rossi pushed into her, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort.

"Go!" JJ pushed herself into him. "Go!"

Rossi pulled nearly completely out of her before filling her to the tilt once more. He set an athletic pace, unable to hold back now that he had her. He peppered every inch of her skin he could reach, careful to avoid coming near her lips.

"Dave," she keened. "Oh, God! Dave!"

"JJ!" he answered, picking up his pace as he felt her walls begin to quiver.

She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as her second orgasm hit. JJ bit his neck, hard, knowing she'd leave a mark, but not caring. The pain only fueled his pleasure and he joined her over the edge. He lay over her as they came down, keeping most of his weight off of her. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so sated.

JJ wiggled out from underneath him some time later. She leaned down to gather her clothes. "Thanks, Rossi. This was fun."

He sat up on the counter, his breathing still heavy. "Maybe we could do this again sometime."

"Maybe," she agreed, flakely, adjusting her bra. "But for now, I should probably concentrating on getting my life together; pretend I'm in mourning over this relationship."

"Pretend?"

JJ shrugged. She tied her tennis shoes and stood, remembering her shirt was in the hallway. "Like I said, it would have been over years ago if not for Henry. The only guilt I feel is that I don't feel guilty. Anyway, see you at work on Monday."

"See ya," he called after her. He waited until he heard the door close before jumping off the counter. He knew he had to have her again; he just needed to wait until the time was right.
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