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I was roused from a half-coma of utter bliss by the sound of the handcuffs rattling against the bed.

   Nuzzling my face against his chest and taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up to my elbows and slid my body down his just enough to ease his cock out of me, before I moved back up to lie on top of him.

   My nipples were hard as I rubbed them against his chest, my body still wanting his. But I leaned in to kiss him in lieu of everything else, because I wanted that more; his lips moving against my mouth, his tongue hot and wet as I brushed it with mine. I loved this. I loved kissing this man underneath me. In so many ways, just kissing Chuck Bartowski was better than the sex I remembered having in the past, before I met him.

   I pulled back a little to breathe.

   “You’re not through with me yet, are you? Already had enough?” he asked, a teasing look on his face as he brushed my lips with his again.

   “I still haven’t gotten any information out of you, Piranha.” I rubbed myself against him. Even just that much felt amazing.

   “I don’t break so easy, Detective.”

   I raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you want me to do? Break you?”

   “Nooooooo,” he drawled unconvincingly. It also helped that he nodded ‘yes’ as he said no. We both chuckled at his antics and I pushed myself up to sit in his lap, looking down at him, my hands braced on his chest.

   He’d spent his seed inside of me and I know it would be a little while before he’d be hard again. But I could still give him pleasure in the meantime. I scooted back a little so that I was sitting directly on his groin and I rocked a few times.

   Chuck sighed and let his eyes shut.

   And then I raised myself up to my knees so that I wasn’t touching him and his eyes snapped open at the loss of having my heat pressing against his cock. I bit my cheek, trying to fight past the smidgeon of shyness I felt. “I haven’t read up on the laws of torture recently, so I guess it’s a good thing this is a private interrogation, huh?”

   “What are you gonna do, tickle me into submission?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

   I bit my lip to keep from laughing, trying not to break character. “Do you want to touch me?” I asked him.

   “More than anything.” His brown eyes flashed in hunger.

   “Tell me what you want to do to me, Piranha. In detail.” I still hovered over him, not touching, staring down at him as I watched his eyes study my body. God, he even licked his lips.

   And then a look of mischief came over his handsome features. “No.”

   I clenched my jaw, hiding my pleasure at the game he was playing. “Did you just tell me no? Have you forgotten who’s in control here?”

   He just smirked.

   So I moved my torso down, still not touching him with my body, and I quickly grabbed a fistful of his hair, giving his jaw an open mouthed kiss. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” I said through gritted teeth.

   “Or what?”

   “Just fucking tell me,” I panted, nipping at his ear, dragging my tongue and lips down his neck and biting his collarbone.

   He groaned quietly and then I tightened my grip on his hair, giving it a little yank, trying not to hurt him but sending a message anyway. “Ack! Fine, fine. I’ll tell you.”

   I kept a tight hold on his hair still, moving my lips down to his chest, giving his nipple a hard suck and licking it.

   “Ohhh,” he breathed. “I want to hold your tits in my hands,” Chuck panted. “Rub your nipples, lick them, make you moan.”

   “Is that right?” I sat up a bit, still kneeling over him, holding his hair in my fist. I made him watch as I did what he said to myself. I draped my free hand over my breast and started massaging myself, humming, then gently catching my nipple between my pointer finger and thumb, rubbing and tweaking. “Mmmm, that’s good…”

   He looked torn between being turned on and bereft that he wasn’t doing it himself. Exactly as I planned.

   I let go of his hair and straightened my back to peer down at him from above, holding my breasts in both hands, massaging, rubbing, paying attention the the sensitive undersides, the soft skin around my nipples, and finally twirling my nipples. The lighter my touch, the more I felt it between my thighs. It was really, really nice.

   Chuck simply watched, gaping actually, his eyes fastened on what I was doing. I knew he wanted to touch me so bad, but he was stuck, his wrists cuffed to his bed. For me, this was the best kind of torture. And I silently hoped he was in agreement. This was supposed to be the most fun for him. And I had every intention of rewarding him when this was over. It was going to be one hell of a reward, too. Again…I hoped. I was still a little unsure about it.

   “What else do you want to touch, Chuck?”

   I knew he’d already caught on. I could see it in his face. He was smart, observant. And an amazing lover. But because we were playing a game, and because he was obviously enjoying this torture, even if Piranha wasn’t supposed to, he would go along with it.

   “I want to press my finger to your clit. Lightly.” I put my fingers over my clit. “Just one,” he breathed, and I shifted my hand so that only my thumb was there. I started moving it in soft circles and he shook his head quickly. “No, no. Just a little pressure over it. Gentle pressure. And then ease a little, and then a little more again.”

   My eyes drifted up to his hand and I watched him press his thumb to the wood of the bed frame. He was pressing, easing up, pressing, easing up…almost like a pulse.

   I started doing it to myself, following his rhythm.

   “Just like that,” he whispered, staring.

   Just a bit of stimulation, the perfect amount to build me up slowly, so that I was aching for more.

   “Roll your finger over it. Just a little. God, I wish I could feel you.” He licked his lips, breathing a little heavier. This was a lot hotter than I’d expected it to be. And I followed what he said, starting to roll my thumb over my clit.

   “Two fingers now…go hard until you come,” he said, apparently hungry to watch me climax. I couldn’t blame him. I loved watching his orgasms, the way he tensed up, his eyes clouding, the whimpers. My personal favorite happened in the back of his car, when we’d fucked doggy-style so hard that his car had started to rock. When he spilled his seed inside of me, he’d let out a mixture between a growl and a roar—the most primal, sexy thing any man I’d ever been with had ever done.

   I was so turned on just thinking about that night, the empty parking structure. How it started with me riding him on the hood of his car, my skirt hiked up to my waist.

   Without even realizing it, I was rubbing my clit hard and fast, arching myself against my fingers.

   “That’s it, Sarah,” he panted. “Come on. I wanna see you come, baby. Come for me.”

   “You wish this was you doing this to me?” I whimpered.    “Yes,” he said immediately. “I wanna touch you so bad.”   I was so close, right on the edge, and with one last jerk of my hips into my hand, I came. It wasn’t a particularly strong climax, but it still felt really good, and I hummed in pleasure, gently rolling my fingers over my clit and finally easing myself down to sit on him.

   “That’s it?” he asked, his eyes flashing. “If I could, I’d put my fingers inside of you and thrust fast and hard until you came again.”

   I quickly did as he said, sinking two fingers inside of me, using my other hand to part my vagina. I angled my body so that he could see it all better, and then I began to pump my fingers in and out of me, grinding them against my walls.

   “Ah, ah, ah!” I gasped, my features pinched. “Ah! Nnng! Tell me more, Chuck,” I panted. “Come on.”

   Chuck groaned. “I’d search until I found your g-spot. And then I would rub it until you came.”

   I didn’t have to do much searching at all. I knew exactly where my own spot was. I’d had practice after all. And I wondered if Chuck liked how easily I ended up finding it. I rubbed myself hard, letting out a strangled cry, having to hold onto his shoulder for balance as I finger-fucked myself until I came.

   I thrusted into my fingers as my orgasm spilled over me, stronger than the last one. “Oohhh! Fuck yes!”

   A few moments passed, the throbbing between my legs still there as I pulled my fingers out and let out a long moan.

   “Fuck, this is torture,” he panted. “I just want to touch you.”

   But he couldn’t.

   I swung myself to the side and got off of him, kneeling with my legs tucked underneath me and looking down at him. I was so wet I felt it against my calves. And then I reached over to lightly run my fingers along happy trail, just a whisper’s touch. He hummed, obviously pleased by the sensations.

   He still wasn’t hard, but I could tell he was on his way. I just had to keep stimulating him and be patient. I was fine with that.

   More than fine.

   My fingers drifted down further and further, until my hand draped over his cock. I rubbed the heel of my palm along his length a few times, enjoying the little growling purr he let out.

   And then I swung my leg over him again, facing his feet. I picked up his cock and felt him jerk underneath me.

   I could tell he was curious, but it said a lot about his trust in me that he didn’t say anything, knowing whatever I did, it would be in his best interest. He wasn’t hard enough for me to mount him, but that didn’t mean his cock was useless.

   Holding his cock steadily but gently, I arched myself against it, pressing it length-wise against my opening and my clit. I held onto Chuck’s shin with my free hand and leaned forward, thrusting into his cock, sliding up and down it, pushing it so that the lips of my vagina were partially wrapped around his shaft.

   He groaned behind me as I ground against him, clenching my ass with each stroke, knowing he would enjoy the sight. I could feel him getting harder under my fingers, and as I pulled him away from my sex, I saw that he was more erect than he’d been when I first began.

   Still not all the way there yet.

   So I pressed his penis flat against his lower stomach and sat on it again, grinding along its length a few times. Then I shifted my legs and stretched them out behind me and lying down flat over him, reaching down to make sure his cock was still pressed against my labia. And then I grabbed him by his ankles and started to thrust more earnestly, clenching my ass again.

   “Oh Godddd,” he groaned. “Keep going, Sarah.”   I imagined what he must see, my ass tensing, my thigh muscles straining, my back arching, the muscle and bone in my shoulders shifting with each hard stroke. It had me even wetter.

   “I want to be inside of you,” he finally whimpered. “Please!”

   “Beg harder,” I commanded over my shoulder, biting my lip and grinding a little more roughly over the length of his penis.

   “Please, detective. I’ll do anything. I’ll say anything,” he begged. “Just let me be inside of you. I want it so bad. I need it.”

   I could deny him, make him suffer a little longer…

   But I wanted it, too. I just had to figure out a way to get us to the next step, now that he was hard enough.

   I climbed off of him and he let out a whimpering sigh, his eyes wide. “Where you going?”

   Turning to face him, I leaned over his body and stroked his cock, feeling my wetness there. I flicked my thumb over the tip, swiping at his pre-cum, and because I wanted to, I brought my thumb to my lips and tasted him.

   He groaned, and I saw goosebumps rise on his arms. “So hot.”

   “I’m uncuffing you for a second, but if you misbehave, if you do anything that I don’t tell you to do, you’re not going to like what I do to you next.”

   “And if I do follow orders?” he asked. “If I’m a good boy?”

   “You’re still not going to like it. But you’ll hate it a little less maybe.” I shrugged, and then I crawled up to uncuff him. I wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do and it excited me.

   Would he follow orders or not? What if he fought me, pinned me to the bed, and fucked me ’til I screamed instead of letting me do what I planned? I wouldn’t be opposed to it, though I’d fight him tooth and nail for the sake of the game.

   He did follow orders, as it turned out. Probably because he was curious more than anything. Although, as I walked him to the padded lounge chair by his bedroom window, he did reach around and give me a quick smack on my ass. It did nothing but turn me on, even as I broke character and spun on him, laughing as I tried to reach around him to do the same. I got in my own quick smack and pointed at him admonishingly, still grinning.

   I sat him down in the lounge chair and leaned down to kiss him, a sort of reward for following orders and not throwing off my plans, even though it would’ve been just as fun if he had.

   There was a bit of a loophole here. Like, for instance, what would I cuff him to? The cuffs were dangling from his right wrist, and I had nothing to attach him to. I bit my lip and then took his hands, reaching down to make him hold onto the underside of the chair. He had to angle himself backwards to do it. “Do you think you have the self-control to keep your hands where I just put them, no matter what I do to you?”

   Chuck smirked, apparently seeing where my problem was. I glared a bit. “Guess we’ll find out, since you have no choice.”

   “Jerk,” I murmured, and he chuckled at me.

   Fuck, but he looked so hot leaned back, his legs apart, his cock so hard, just waiting for me. I grabbed his hips and pulled a little. Taking my hint, he scooted to the very edge of the chaise and shifted his hands accordingly.

   And then I knelt down in front of him, immediately wrapping my lips around his penis and blowing him hard. I bobbed my head fast, slurping, rubbing him around his base, squeezing his balls.

   “Fuck!” he gasped. I watched his six pack shift as he clenched, his arms and shoulders bulging with muscle. I couldn’t resist anymore. I needed his dick inside of me.

   So I stood up and turned around, pushing his legs apart a little more to scoot between them, and reaching down to guide his cock into my pussy. I shoved myself back until he was fully buried, arching a few times to feel him shift in me, finding the perfect angle so that he ground just so against my walls.

   I braced myself on his thighs and started bouncing fast and hard.

   “Oh sshhhit!” he whimpered. I heard his soft gasps under the slap slap slap of my ass hitting his thighs. My arms tightened a little and I decided to switch it up, bracing my feet on the floor and gripping his legs a little tighter. I rolled my hips, gyrating, throwing in a few circles to feel him swirl inside of me.

   “Nng! You’re so good inside me,” I panted. “You’re so fucking good.”

   I subtly glanced behind me to see if he was following orders and was pleased to note that he hadn’t shifted his grip from the underside of the chair even once.

   “Harder,” I heard him growl. “Fuck me harder.”

   Smiling as I bit my lip, I whimpered and leaned forward a little. And then I began to buck against him. I threw my weight forward, graceful and fluid, but strong and hard. My voice caught in my throat as I moaned, fucking him. “Ohh! Ohhh! Oh! Fuck yes,” I gasped. “Fuck yes!”

   “That’s it, baby! I wanna see you come from behind,” he said, his voice desperate. “Harder!”

   I slammed myself forward even harder, gripping his thighs tight and holding on, listening to his whimpers of encouragement.

   I continued with the fast, powerful pace until I came, tightening my entire body, feeling the way I shook with climax, loving the sound of his pleasured groan behind me. “Ohhhh, God it’s so fucking amazing,” I moaned, and as I regained my senses, I continued to ride him, this time a little less frenzied. I swiveled my hips in a figure 8, straining my legs to hold my weight.

   “You don’t even understand how hot you are from back here,” he said, and I felt him gently begin thrusting up against me, making the sensations that much better.

   “Oh, yeah?” I panted.

   “You’re so strong. So damn sexy and strong.”

   Chuck Bartowski really knew exactly what to say to a girl during sex. I wanted to to turn around, grab him and fuck him until he exploded, and then I wanted to hold onto him forever, protect him, keep him exactly as he was until the end of time. Because he was something else.

   I slowed my pace a little then, deciding that now was as good a time as any to reward him. “Will you do something for me?” I asked, twisting my body from where I sat on his dick and peering at him.

   “While you’re riding the hell out of a guy is probably the best time to ask him that question,” he said, and I smirked in response.

   “Scoot a little more to the edge of the chair and kind of…tilt your ass up a bit, if you can.”

   His brow furrowed in curiosity and he finally let go of the chair shaking the blood back into his hands for a moment and shifting to do as I asked, grabbing the underside of the chair again.

   I peered down between my legs…

   Perfect access.

   I licked my lips and reached down, wrapping my fingers around the underside of the edge of the chair, and then I began to gyrate against him again. As I moved, I discovered he was angled right at my g-spot now. It hadn’t been my intention. But God, that felt amazing.

   Apparently I was already pretty keyed up, because another orgasm went through me as he ground against my spot. I shuddered and whimpered a high pitched, “Chuck!”, taken completely by surprise.

   He growled behind me, I knew because he could feel my pussy tightening around his cock. I wondered how close he was.

   It didn’t matter. Because either way, I was going to get him there. I wondered if it would be like it had been for me. Or if he’d reject me totally. It would be awkward if he did. Not that I would blame him. Only reason I’d let it happen before was the liquid courage.

   And it was different for men, wasn’t it? Maybe it would be a little emasculating? I didn’t know. These were uncharted waters I was taking us into. And I was relatively sure Chuck had no idea.

   I reached down between my legs as my climax passed, and I found his balls, cupping each one, stroking him, squeezing. He liked it a lot, I could tell, as he rocked himself up against me. And I got off on his strong thighs that framed mine bulging as he thrusted into my pussy.    I slid my hand up and pressed my fingers against his cock, rubbing the underside of his shaft that was revealed with each of our strokes. His penis was wet with both of our juices, but I still swirled my fingers over my sex, along his, wetting them all the way up to my knuckles, just in case.

   Then I took the leap, leaning forward to reach past where we were connected, past his testicles, and tucking my fingers between his ass cheeks.

   “Unngg! Sarah! Wha—!”

   I decided not to look at him, a little nervous about what I might find, and instead of stopping, I thrust myself down against his lap roughly and touched the rim of his asshole.

   “Hh’nng!” He was panting, his body hard and alert under mine. And I slammed myself into his lap again, swirling my finger around his entrance.

   I hadn’t received either a yes or a no, yet, but I kept going, teasing him, rubbing my fingers over the hole a little more vigorously as I kept bouncing onto his cock. I bounced a little harder, going in with more strength as I got a little bolder, just barely dipping my finger into his ass.

   “Fuck!” His voice was so strangled, a little unsure maybe. But he didn’t stop me.

   And then I pushed about an inch in, pulling it out again as his body convulsed under mine. I finally felt confident enough to turn and look at his face. He was in total awe, the lines between his eyebrows, his jaw slack, nostrils flared, and he was staring up at me.

   I looked for any hint that he didn’t like this, and as I kept watching him closely, I sank a bit more of my finger into him. He whimpered, shutting his eyes tightly, his body tight under mine, like a rubber band that was about to snap.

   Gentle, I pulled my finger out and put it back in again, starting to gyrate my hips so that his cock went into me at the same pace as my finger was going into his ass. My finger went in just past the midway point and I wiggled it a little.

   “Hnng! Oh my God,” he breathed. “Oh, Sarah.”

   Was that good or bad, I wondered?

   He still hadn’t stopped me.

   I rode him a little faster and started to pump my finger in his ass, craning my neck to keep watching, making sure I wasn’t missing any negative signs from him. So far so good. And the sounds he was making, the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head and the way his chest heaved…it was too hot for me to even handle. But I was damn well going to try.

   Finally, he started to gently arch himself up against me, pushing my finger a little deeper with each stroke, groaning in pleasure, and I thought I’d made a discovery. Chuck was one of those supposedly “rare” straight men who liked the feeling of having something in their asses during sex.

   “I’m almost there,” he just barely whined out, his voice caught in his throat, so tight with ecstasy. “I want another one.”

   I spun around to look at him, eyes wide. “Another…?”

   He blushed a little, looking sheepish. Which was ridiculous considering my finger was in his ass.

   I pulled my finger out though and turned back, leaning forward so that I could see what I was doing. I pressed my pointer and middle fingers together tightly in an attempt to make them a bit more compact, and then I slid them both back into his asshole.

   “Ride me ’til I come, baby,” he demanded. “I want my cum in you.”

   “Fuck, I do, too,” I breathed. “I do, too.”

   I threw myself against him hard, straining myself as I reached underneath him and starting pumping my fingers slowly in his ass. I shifted my fingers just a little and pressed against the wall there, not really knowing what I was doing at the time, but the moment I rubbed over a certain spot, he cried out loudly, letting go of the chair and grabbing my hips tightly. His cum shot into me like a fucking explosion. Hot liquid squirting inside of me. It was a lot, so much that it spilled out and dribbled over my fingers.

   I quickly pulled out of his ass and swiped at the cum to keep it from ruining his chair, shocked that he was still emptying himself into me at that point, jerking himself hard into my pussy, grunting, growling my name.

   When he finished, I heard him flop hard onto his back, panting like he’d just ran a marathon.

   “Ohhh my Gooooodddd,” he groaned then. I was a little shocked by how intense his orgasm had been. And even though I was on the verge of my own orgasm, I pushed my needs to the side and gently eased off of him. He was limp and sweaty, with cum all over his lap.

   “Hold…on…” he gasped. “Must…save…chair…”

   And he rolled off of it, landing hard on his floor, laughing in utter bliss and covering his face, his chest still heaving.

   I stood up, my legs a little achy, wobbling a bit before I found my footing. “I don’t really know what it was that I did, but…that was crazy…”

   Chuck groaned again and sat up, reaching to grab my hand and giving me a yank so that I staggered down to fall into his lap. I leaned in to kiss him, chuckling as he let out a soft moan and reached up to cup my breast.

   He pulled back a little. “I honestly don’t know. But it was fucking amazing.”

   It thrilled me to no end that my little experiment had paid off. I’d been a little worried that it’d be too far. But I wanted to give him pleasure, the kind of pleasure he gave me. And I wanted to do something different.

   Whatever it was that I’d done, he enjoyed it. And I made a note to keep it in my arsenal for later.

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   Neither of us said it outright, but it seemed a silent and foregone conclusion that we would work on the case for as long as we had the fire to do it. And the fire was still roaring like mad by the time it hit 1 in the morning.

   I plopped the coffee mug down next to Chuck’s laptop and leaned over him to look at his laptop screen, putting my hands on his shoulders and squeezing.

   “Ah…wait, wait. Was that—Are you about to give me a massage?” he asked, lifting a finger and tensing under my touch.

   “Is that what you want?” I asked, amused.

   His flashing grin, the way his nose wrinkled and his perfect teeth glinted in the low lamp light we were working under, and the high-pitched sheepish humming sound he made, gave me my answer.

   So I went in on his shoulders, massaging them, working up his neck, back down to his shoulders, and even going so far as to rub his biceps.

   Chuck groaned and let his head loll back, blinking up at me. “Thank you.”

   “You deserve it.”

   “For what?” he asked, looking back at his computer and putting his hands to the keys again. I’d transferred some of my research that I’d done onto Chuck’s laptop so that we could go through it again, see if anything lined up with Fulcrum’s track record. At this point, we were trying to pin whatever hacking crimes we could on the guy, try to figure out if he had a pattern. Maybe that would help us figure out why he went after me, what I did to anger him.

   “For sitting here hunched over your laptop going through these articles with a fine-tooth comb, looking for parallels, congruencies, similarities.”

   “Honestly, Sarah, if I wasn’t doing this, I’d be hunched over my laptop leading legions of humans into battle against the orcs. A far less productive use of my time.” His grin was a little wan, but he didn’t seem tired. At least that was good. I wasn’t totally wearing him out with this.

   He reached over and picked up the mug, sipping his coffee. “Thanks for the brew.”

   I snorted. Dork.

   And then I grabbed my chair and pulled it up closer to his. He eventually caved and sat in the comfortable rolling chair he’d forced me to take at first. I leaned on the arm of it to look at the screen. “Anything interesting yet?”

   “Not on my end. Carina ever text you back?”

   “Yeah. She’s running dry on leads. If she even had any to begin with.” I shrugged and pushed a hand through my hair. “I’m starting to think this was some sort of…random attack.”

   “Hold on, hold on. Wait a second.” He turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow. “Detective Walker, the best gumshoe to ever shoe gum, does a bit of research for a few hours and decides it must have been a random attack. This is not the Sarah Walker I know.”

   I huffed and sat back in my chair, grumbling a little. Because I knew he was right. I was a little tired, and the hopelessness I always saw in victims and their families while I was on cases was beginning to creep up on me. I couldn’t just throw in the towel because a couple of days of digging, on top of a couple of hours of research, didn’t produce any leads. I never did it for any of my other cases, and I damn well shouldn’t do it here.

   “Sorry,” I said. “You’re right.”

   His small smirk died down a little and he blinked, obviously not expecting me to agree so readily.

   “I’ve been treating myself the way I treat all of the victims and their families in my cases. What I really need to do is be a professional, earn my paycheck, my badge, and go at this thing as a detective would.” I looked at him steadily, enamored with the way his face got a little dreamy as I spoke. “Let’s keep working.”

   “Do I get my own badge?”

   “No.”

   “Damn it!”

   I giggled and reached up to fidget with a stray curl that was poking up from his soft head of hair. My phone beeped quietly and I reached over to grab it from the table.

   “Carina texted me again.”

   Is FB drilling you right now or can I text you something? I snorted and then turned my phone a little so that he couldn’t see.

   “What?” Chuck asked, looking at me.

   “Uh. Nothing. Carina’s just…being Carina. That’s all.” I texted back, pretending I didn’t see the first part of the text. What is it?

So is that a no to the drilling? Too bad…

Carina. What is it?

Found a few things you might want to take a look at. Case files. Email them to your work email or personal?

I bit my lip and stared at her text, mulling things over. Technically I wasn’t allowed to bring case files or anything like that into my home. They weren’t supposed to leave the precinct at all. I could get into really big trouble if I did. But it didn’t really count if I had Carina email me some things to my personal email.

   Chuck had gone back to reading the article he’d pulled up. I watched him for a few seconds before I spoke.

   “I’m about to do something that might get me in trouble if it gets out that I’ve done it, Chuck.”

   He licked his lips and smiled just a little, still staring at the computer screen. “You’re talking to a professional, Sarah. I’m not going to dissuade you.” And then he finally gave me a quick look, his face serious. “Unless you want me to.”

   I shook my head and he smiled again. “Then do it.”

   Shit.

   I was doing it.

   Personal.

Alright, then.

The meaning behind her short response wasn’t lost on me. She knew the law better than I did in some ways, and in other ways I knew it better than she did. Either way, we both knew the law pretty damn well. She had to be aware of how badly we’d both get busted if someone knew she’d emailed case files to my personal email. Then again, some of those things were readily placed on the Internet archives for public consumption.

   Maybe I wouldn’t get in trouble if they knew.

   But I wasn’t taking any chances, either way.

   Sent them? I texted and waited a few minutes.

   No. It can wait a few hours. Check your inbox in the AM. Just a few things that fit the hacker theme. Might help you out.

   Good idea. Thank you, pal.

I set my phone down on the table again and sat back against my chair.

   “So, this one is kind of bonkers. Right here,” he said, pulling up an article headlined: “Government Threatens Unknown Hacker After Property Stolen”. I scooted a little closer as he slowly scrolled to the article. “The government was super hush hush about it, but about five months ago, something was stolen from one of their agencies. It leaked to the press, but apparently these guys didn’t get anything from all their fishing. Because look at how repetitive the news reports are. Same shit, different journalist.”

   “Ugh. Media,” I said.

   “Exactly. I wonder what was stolen.”

   “I wonder who stole it. Are there any links to updates on the article?”

   “Nothing.” He scrolled through as we both cast our eyes over the page, trying to spot any links to something similar.

   “Fucking feds,” I grumbled. “They probably closed the lid on it real fast.”

   “Wonder how it leaked out in the first place.”

   “Maybe the same way my attack leaked to the FBI.”

   Chuck paused, thoughtful. “You mean like how Fulcrum might’ve been the one to leak it?”

   “Yeah. Exactly.” I shivered, and in spite of my efforts to hide it from him, he must’ve felt it with how close we sat, and he maneuvered his arm around my shoulders, wordlessly pulling me into his side. “In your professional hacker opinion, Chuck, do you think Fulcrum is capable of stealing something from a government agency?”

   “Yep. Absolutely.”

   “Do you think he would?”

   “Absolutely.” Then he paused. “But there are a lot of hackers out there who are capable, and who would have enough of an over-inflated ego to try it.”

   I pulled back and eyed him closely. “And you?”

   Chuck blinked and swallowed slowly, looking back at me just as steadily. “Do you think I’m capable of it?”

   “Skill-wise? Yes. You told me you could do just about anything.” I paused. “But I don’t think you’d ever do something like this. Stealing from the government. You’d be screwing over your family and friends, not just yourself. And if I’ve learned anything about you in the months I’ve known you, it’s that you don’t have a selfish bone in your body. You protect the people you care about. You love your sister. And your friend, Morgan. I even think you care about the people you work with, even if you do wanna kill ‘em sometimes.” The edge of his mouth curled up in amusement. “You’d never do anything to hurt innocent people. That’s what I think.”

   “Why did you ask then?” he asked, his features soft and shining with affection.

   “I want to hear you say it, I guess. To reassure me.”

   “I would never steal from the government, Sarah. Even though I’m sure I could find a way to do it, I never would. I’ve…” He let out a long breath. “I’ve peeked around in there, admittedly. It was foolish. Really stupid. But I left it exactly as I found it, made sure to erase any trace, every bit of code that might’ve been left behind.”

   My chest constricted a bit. “What’d you hack into?”

   “Border patrol.”

   I frowned. “Why?”

   “I was 16. People were talking about the different agencies, how easy some of them were, and which were the toughest. Border patrol came up time and time again.” He huffed and smirked. “I know it sounds like the punchline to a joke. How easy border patrol systems are to hack into. But…” He shrugged.

   Raising my eyebrows, I sank back against him. “What’d you do in there?”

   “Nothing detrimental. I was just looking around. I basically just intercepted emails. Leftover Operation Gatekeeper stuff. It took me about ten minutes of digging around in there to realize that was not a place I wanted to be. Kind of…depressing. So I backed out, covered my tracks, and didn’t do it again.”

   “I don’t even want to know what you saw.”

   Chuck shrugged. “You don’t.”

   “Learned your lesson, though, huh?”

   “Mmmm hm.” He nodded emphatically.

   “Well, let’s file this away. Save the article on your desktop so that we have it at our disposal. And we can keep looking for anything else…” My voice drifted off a little as his hand slid underneath my shirt, his cool fingers caressing my skin.

   It was a definite come on. I was pretty well versed in his come ons after all of these months of sleeping with him. Granted, he didn’t always have to come onto me, because the second the door opened—whether it was my door or his—we jumped each other and didn’t come up for air until hours later.

   “Chuck?”

   “Hm?” His lips were pressed against my temple, and slowly moving down my face to my jaw.

   “We have a lot of work to do, still.”

   “Mhm.”

   “We should do it.”

   “Yep,” he said, and I felt his lips close over my earlobe, sucking on it in that way that made me feel a little crazy. My eyelids fluttered as his fingers dipped under the waistband of my panties and ran along the line of my pelvic bone.

   “There are a lot of…erm…” I couldn’t think of the word as he sighed against my neck, pressing his lips there, his fingers still stroking way too close to the juncture of my thighs. Or maybe not close enough. I couldn’t decide. “Articles!” I finally breathed. “Articles to look at. So that we can…det-determine…Okay, hold on.” I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed gently, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Chuck, we have work to do.”

   “We do. Yes.”

   “Then why are you working me up like this?”

   He took a deep breath and huffed. “Okay, let me get this straight. You don’t need a reason for making the moves on me, but I need a reason for making the moves on you. Is that right?”

   I blinked. “I—I didn’t think about it that way.”

   “Sarah, I know there’s still a lot to do. And it’s late. And we’re both on the same page about working on this through the night, hopefully finding answers…” He paused. “I’m all in. I’m determined to help you in any way I can. You know this.” I nodded minutely. “It’s good to step back a little here and there, though, give your brain a bit of separation, let your body take a break from being hunched over a computer…”

   “And instead give it something else to do?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

   “I mean…yeah. Why not?”

   “Is that what our sex life has become to you, now, Chuck? ‘Why not?’” He laughed and I was glad he picked up on the fact that I was teasing him.

   “I just think, you know, if you can toss me onto the bed and have your way with me any ol’ time you feel like it, I should get to do the same to you. Only fair.”

   I stared at him for a moment, and then I found myself chuckling, shaking my head. He was right. “I’ve seen the error of my ways, Chuck.”

   He was smiling, even as I saw the serious glint in his eye. The sincerity shining through once again. “You know I’m teasing—”

   “No, I know,” I said, cutting him off. I knew he didn’t expect me to open my legs for him whenever he wanted, just like I didn’t expect that from him. “But you’re right. I can’t run myself ragged with this. If I do, I’ll lose focus, start making mistakes, missing important things that I’d typically catch. And I can’t let you overwork yourself on my account, either.”

   Chuck shrugged, pulling his hand out of my underwear and instead tucking my hair behind my ear, his thumb drifting over my cheek tenderly. “You’re going to get this fucker. And I promise you that I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

   “I know,” I said, putting my hand on his chest and leaning in to kiss him.

   I squealed in surprise as he suddenly yanked me from my chair and deposited me on his lap. I giggled against his lips, kissing him even harder. He threaded his fingers in my hair, smiling into the kiss, and pushed the chair back from the computer, spinning us around and standing with me in his arms.

   I giggled with a soft yelp again, allowing him to carry me back into the bedroom. He was right. We’d operated in a way that allowed for me to take what I wanted from him, and maybe I hadn’t realized it at the time, but he hadn’t been given the same opportunity. Or maybe he had resisted, trying to be a gentleman, because he was thoughtful and sweet where I was selfish and maybe even a little greedy.

   But I wanted him to take from me. God, I would give him whatever he wanted. And I didn’t know how to tell him that. The words were difficult for me. I’d never given myself to anyone. Sex, yes…but…really giving myself? Never.

   I wanted to see what else this relationship between us had to offer. I was ready to admit that to myself now. But I was also ready for this part of our connection to evolve, to grow. Whatever he wanted, I needed him to take it. The way I’d taken from him.

   I trusted him.

   As he set me down beside his bed, I began to undress him. I touched him everywhere as I peeled his clothing off, finally getting his pants and boxers down to his ankles so that he could step out of them, leaving him totally naked, standing so tall in front of me.

   I got down on my knees then and spent some time pleasuring him, holding his ass in my hands, taking him into my mouth and bobbing my head back and forth, sucking, licking, and when I needed to take a couple of deep breaths in between, I pumped him in my fist, looking up to meet his hazy gaze.

   When he put his hand on my head, I took the hint and let him fall out from between my lips, his cock hard and erect.

   I climbed back up to my feet and saw his eyes divert to something over my shoulder. It took me a split second before I realized he was looking right where I’d left the handcuffs. He was Chuck Bartowski. He wasn’t going to ask. And I hoped that sometime in the future, we’d get to a point where he felt like he had the right to ask. Because he not only had the right, I wanted him to. Or maybe no asking, and just doing.

   Maybe I should just open my stupid mouth and tell him that. But I was scared, so I didn’t.

   Instead, I turned to look at the handcuffs pointedly, then turned to look back at him.

   Maybe I wasn’t great at using my words, but hopefully my actions would convey my trust.

   I quietly undressed in front of him, loving the way his eyes were so hungry as they took me in. At least he wasn’t shy about taking that. The man knew just how to look at a woman to make her feel wanted, coveted, needed.

   When I stood naked in front of him, I stepped backwards to the bed, which was a mess frankly, since neither of us had done anything to make it after we fucked earlier. Maybe we’d both known that we’d only end up in it again before the night was over.

   I sat down on the edge and then scooted back to lie properly, pushing a pillow under my head. And then I looked pointedly at the handcuffs, then back up to meet his eyes, lifting my hands over my head.

   Chuck Bartowski had handcuffed me to the bed before. It had been some of the greatest sex of my life. But that was then.

   This was now.

   I knew he’d done some “very illegal” things. I was a police officer. And I’d been one for years now. Chuck was the sort of guy the FBI would hunt down if they knew he existed. I couldn’t possibly even begin to imagine the sort of things he’d gotten up to with his hacking. He still hadn’t told me all of it. I wasn’t going to force him to until he wanted to. If he wanted to.

   This man was a criminal, despite what my dad had always said about not being a criminal if you don’t get caught. My dad had a habit of talking out of his ass, though. Anything to make him feel like a better person than he was, to make him feel less vulnerable and untouchable.

   Chuck was a criminal.

   But he wasn’t a threat. Not to me. Not to the people I cared about. Not to innocents. I didn’t need to hear about what he’d done to know that.

   In spite of knowing he’d committed crimes, crimes for which he hadn’t done the time, crimes for which I knew he could’ve been locked away for years and years for if he had been caught, I put myself in a vulnerable position, gestured for him to handcuff me to his bed, and I did it with both eyes open, my head clear, my heart slamming against my chest.

   I was a little scared, but not of him. I was scared because I was taking a huge step. I was doing it knowingly. Totally aware. And I was still God damn doing it.

   Chuck moved to the nightstand and picked up the handcuffs, putting a knee on the mattress and climbing towards me.

   He stretched over me to slid the cuffs around my wrists, trapping me there. And as I heard the final click of the cuffs being locked, I let out a deep breath. I couldn’t get away now. I couldn’t run if he was dangerous, if this was all some sort of betrayal.

   And I didn’t care.

   Because I knew in my heart, without a doubt, that he wasn’t dangerous, that he would never betray me.

   This was the best way I knew how to show him I trusted him, that he could trust me. I wouldn’t betray his secret, his second life of hacking and breaking into other people’s systems, and whatever else he might’ve done. I would protect him from others who sought to bring him down. I would fight tooth and nail.

   I opened my legs wide, bending my knees and setting my feet flat on the mattress. I was wordlessly trying to convey that I was his. And then I gathered my courage, looking straight into his heated brown eyes that flicked up to mine from where they’d settled on my crotch, and I said, in the strongest tone I could muster, “Take what you want from me.”

   His face softened for a moment, and then there was a flicker of mischief, before I saw the mask of another character slip over his handsome features. I was immediately turned on.

   “I’m a criminal, Detective Walker. You sure you trust me not to take too much? Not to take advantage of this?”

   I knew we were playing a game now, but before we really got into it, he needed to hear the truth. “Yes,” I said immediately, as sincerely as possible.

   I could tell I’d surprised him a little, and he smiled just enough to make my heart skip a beat.

   He lowered his body over mine, every part of him grinding, his full weight on top of me, crushing me a little. But I loved the feeling. He felt so good between my thighs. “Your trust is misplaced, Detective,” he growled into my ear. “I’m going to take as much as I fucking want. You’re exactly where I want you, and I will take advantage.”

   “Just try it,” I gasped, turning my face to bite his ear a little harder than I’d meant to.

   Chuck winced and pulled back to look down into my face, his eyes snapping in lusty anger. “I’ll have you screaming my name by the end. Screaming for me to stop.”

   I highly doubted I’d find any reason to tell him to stop. At this point, I felt like my lower half was on fire. I wanted him so bad. But I was pushing my own wants and needs aside. He had to feel like he could take everything he wanted. There was no way I could stop him from fucking me until I hurt, and as masochistic as I felt for thinking it, I didn’t want to stop him from fucking me until I hurt.

   “Stop threatening and just do it, then,” I growled back, gritting my teeth.

   I took a deep breath then as he climbed to his knees to straddle me. And then he reached down to take his own cock in his fist. “You want to hold onto this, don’t you?”

   I did.

   “You want me inside your mouth.”

   God, I did. But I resolutely clenched my jaw, lifted my chin and shook my head no.

   “Liar,” he said, smirking. “You want me inside of you? Burying my cock between your thighs? Fucking you ’til you come?”

   I shook my head again, my chest heaving in spite of it. Because he was turning me on. I saw the tinge of red in his cheeks. He still wasn’t totally comfortable talking dirty to me, but I knew he liked it. I could see it in the snap of his brown eyes, the way he licked his lips, his own chest heaving.

   “Still lying. I know you want me.”

   I did want him. I wanted him so bad.

   Chuck began to slowly slide his fist up and down his cock, squeezing, his eyelids fluttering in pleasure. “I bet you wish you were the one doing this.”

   It was so hot, watching him masturbate over me, pumping himself slowly, meticulously. Watching the pleasure he was getting from his own hand. My sex was burning for him, and I knew I was completely wet.

   He took a long time, moving his hand slowly at first, and then speeding up so fast that his fist was nearly a blur, his muscles tensing, letting out a few strangled gasps. And then he began to thrust into his hand. “Oh God,” he whimpered. “God, it’s so good.”

   I was so hungry, staring at his dick just inches from my face, licking my lips, wanting him in my mouth, wanting his hands on me. I wanted his fingers inside of me. I wanted to come.

   But watching him get himself off, seeing how close he was to ejaculating, was really fucking amazing.

   “Keep going,” I found myself breathing. “Faster, baby.”

   He tilted his head back and arched long and hard against his hand, pumping his fist so fast, squeezing, the fwap sound driving me insane. And then he looked like he was about to tip over the edge.

   “Open your mouth,” he said in a strangled voice, squeezing the base of his cock.

   I did, and he crawled up my body to shove his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around him, and he thrusted hard, so hard that I felt him brush against my throat. I sucked once and felt his hot seed spill into my mouth, down my throat. I bobbed my head as he jerked himself into my mouth, sucking him hard until he had nothing left to give.

   And when he was done, he just stayed there, holding my head, his cock still buried in my mouth.

   “Ohhhhh,” he groaned, stroking my hair away from my face, and then slowly pulling himself out of my mouth. I let me head fall back on the pillow and I licked my lips, swallowing again and sending him a sultry look through heavy-lidded eyes.

   I couldn’t hide the blush I knew he was seeing. Watching him jerk himself off and having him empty his seed into my mouth was something new for us. And I felt a little shy about it now. It was stupid, but I did.

   Doing my best to pretend the shyness wasn’t there, I took a deep breath. “You taste amazing…” I paused, not really knowing what I was going to say after that. So I just left it there.

   He flopped onto his back and then did a double take at me, raising his eyebrows. “…Wait, that’s it?” I shrugged. “Oh. I thought you were gonna say something dramatic, like…” He narrowed his eyes and leaned in close, giving me a sultry voice. “…for a criminal.”

   I laughed, my chest bouncing and obviously catching his attention. “God, you’re such a goofball.”

   “Maybe I am. But I’m also really good at being serious…”

   I could tell something else was coming, I just didn’t know what.

   “…ly sexy,” he finished after a pause.

   I laughed again and shook my head. “Stop while you’re ahead, Chuck.”

   “Piranha, remember?” He reached around to drape his hand over my breast, slowly pulling his fingers together until he had my nipple pinched between them. He squeezed, gently at first, and then a little tighter, making me gasp as he lifted it up and then let it go, my breast jiggling. He did it a few more times, and then massaged my mound some more, rolling my nipple between his fingers until it was hard as a pebble.

   He gave my other breast the same treatment, and then rolled over and replaced his hand with his mouth. I sighed and let my eyes shut, just letting myself enjoy the feeling. I liked it better when he took my tits into his mouth instead of when he used his hands. Not that both weren’t amazing. There was just something about the wet heat of his mouth, the way his tongue felt swirling over my nipple the way it was now.

   And then he slid even lower, pushing the sheets away from me, all the way down to the foot of the bed.

   Chuck gave me a mischievous kiss on my hip bone, and before I could react, he climbed over me and lowered his weight onto my body, his face lined up with mine.

   It was a little hard to breathe, but I loved how good it felt to have all of him pressed so close to me, our bodies sinking into the mattress together. I shifted my arms a little to make the cuffs more comfortable, and I turned my head to kiss his ear. “What are you gonna do to me, Piranha?”

   “Whatever I want,” he replied, his lips against my own ear.

   “And what will that be?”

   “Why? You scared?” He nudged my thigh with his cock, still not very hard since he’d just climaxed.

   “Of you? Not a chance.”

   He chuckled and lifted his face from where it had been pressed into my neck, looking down into my eyes. “I really wanna kiss you,” he said, his Piranha persona gone, and in its place his usual, sincere self.

   “Then do it. I can’t stop you.”

   With a soft smirk, he lowered his face and I let my eyelids flutter shut, my lips pursing in anticipation of his kiss. God, if we just stayed here, with his weight on me, his cock rubbing over my thigh, with us kissing, making out, enjoying the silence in his apartment, I’d be completely fine with it.

   But then his weight lifted and the heat of him was gone.

   I felt his elbows brush against my hipbones, and just as my eyes snapped open in curiosity, they widened even further in surprise. Because this wasn’t the kiss I’d expected.

   He’d moved down the bed, tucked himself between my thighs, and put his mouth on my center.

   As much as he’d thrown me off, I forgot about the handcuffs completely and tried to reach down to twist my fingers in his curls. But when my hands jerked to a stop, the cuffs rattling, I remembered. That didn’t stop me from letting out a soft whine.

   I bent my knees and planted my feet on the mattress, spreading my legs, giving him full access to whatever he wanted to take from me. And as I heard him slurp against my wetness, I felt my lips tug at the corners, until I was full on grinning.

   But then he was gone again. I opened my eyes to see him stand up from the bed completely, licking his lips happily, smacking them with a delicious hum, and then backing away from me.

   “What are you doing?” I asked, amused and curious at the same time.

   “I just thought of something,” he said, winking, and then he waltzed out of the room, leaving me there, handcuffed to his bed, naked and gaping after him.

   “…Chuck?”

Notes: Hehe.

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