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Chapter 6
His eyes were cool. “Get
back to work.” With that he left her alone in the dark and returned to his
desk.
He felt no remorse this
time when he brought her lab up on the screen. She hadn’t turned on the lights
which made it difficult to see her in detail but he watched anyway. Her
response to his leaving would tell him everything he would need to know about
whether they would proceed as she desired or try to return to the light hearted
banter they has shared as recently as this morning.
Expecting to see tears, or
for her to grasp her silly stuffed animal to her chest he watched in delighted
surprise as she typed furiously for a few moments on her keyboard then walked
to the elevator. He met her when the door opened.
“I said get back to work
Abby.”
“You’re not walking away
from me that easily.”
He kissed her hard,
pulling her hair as he finished and sending her reeling backward into the
elevator again. “Do you want this?” There was that growl again.
She shook her head that
she did. “More than anything.”
He spoke through a
clenched jaw. “Then it’s by my rules and in my time. Go back to work.”
When she reappeared on the
plasma he watched her pace a few moments. When she sat on her stool he dialed
her extension and watched as she hit speakerphone.
“I’m working Gibbs. I
can’t do much until this stuff finishes running.”
“Take off the lab coat.”
He disconnected.
She smiled and turned to
face the camera, slowly popping the coat open and then dropping it to the
floor. Her bra was crimson, he knew this from the time behind his desk, the picture on the screen was too dark to distinguish color.
She reached for the hook between her breasts and he quickly dialed her, his
fingers missing the numbers twice before finding the correct ones. Again she
hit the speakerphone but didn’t have time to speak.
“Stop.” Again disconnect.
She left the bra on. It
was becoming impossible not to allow himself to become
fully aroused, the only thing stopping him was the constant reminder of just how
dangerous a game they were playing.
He watched her fidget on
the stool. She ran her hands up her thighs, pulling her short skirt up with
them and then she sat perched on the edge, her legs open wide her fingers
slowly making their way toward her inner thighs and upward.
He rang her phone. “You
don’t touch yourself unless and until you’re instructed.”
She wrinkled her nose at
the camera and he had to run his palm over the growing bulge in his pants. She
wasn’t going to make this easy. He wouldn’t want it if she did.
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