Tonight they were undercover,

working a cover op in some underground criminal Caesar's Palace. This now being the second time Red had got her all dressed up and out on the dancefloor. They danced for the first few hours of the night, then tired and retreated to the table where they stayed on the look out for their contact. After waiting a few minutes, the contact arrived. Red gave Liz the signal and Liz inconspicuously called in the cavalry. Within minutes the whole building was flooded with armed FBI agents and the tac team. Careful not to give themselves away to the rest of the guests, they fled along with them and escaped out the back and got into a car and drove off.

"Well that went better than I thought it would!" Liz said smiling as she put on her seat belt and sat back, finally able to relax after a night of tension. Red laughed and gave her leg a small tap.

"How about we celebrate? Let's go for dinner!" He suggested and her face lit up.

"Ahhh yes. That sounds lovely."

Red instructed the driver where to go and he let them out at a hotel/restaurant. Red paid him off and then escorted Liz inside. Red went to the front desk and purchased a room, to stay the night in case they were too tired to head back to the post office tonight. He walked back to her with her room key and she looked at him confused.

"Don't get excited, Lizzie. It's just a place to stay if we get too tired"

She nodded and slipped the key into her purse and he slipped his into his pants pocket.

It was odd, as much as she disliked the idea that he may have gotten the room solely on the ultimately offensive and presumptuous fact that he may be taking her to bed tonight, she wished that that was the reason he got it. She hadn't really realized that all these years she had been developing feelings for him. Feelings unrelated to the feelings shared between a working relationship. She had even told him before that whatever they had, was strictly business. And now, she felt that strictly business was turning into risky business.

Maybe it was all the years of watching women fall all over him that suddenly made her curious as well. Why was practically every woman in his life in awe of him, in desire of him. She wanted to know…..she wanted a taste.

She wasn't exactly sure if he held such feelings for her. I mean he's watched her for twenty years, done unimaginable things to only make her life easier, make her happy; surely he must have felt deserving of a reward. But then again, knowing him, he probably didn't. He never feels deserving of anything. She can't even save him without him freaking out on her. But she also knew he had a switch. And she knew if she pressed all the right buttons in all the right places, she'd get him to break. So at dinner, she turned it up.

He sat back in his chair and cocked an eyebrow at her when she told the waiter she'd like to order oysters. She and he both knew that oysters were the aphrodisiacs of all seafood. Besides that, she had also ordered a glass of wine and had asked the waiter to leave the bottle at the table. He fidgeted in his chair as she sucked the oysters from their shells. A tension grew between his legs and he consciously crossed them and laid his napkin over his lap.

She had him.

She'd been giving him that look all night as she sat across from him at dinner. That look that flushed his cheeks and jumped his pulse. And she knew exactly what he was doing. She knew he'd catch on and she knew once he did, there'd be no settling him down. He cut dinner short and flagged down the waiter for the check.

She was impressed with herself. She was able to seduce Raymond Reddington just over dinner. But she then also thought that perhaps the reason it was so easy was because he did feel something for her, something more than a business relationship. And that floored her.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay for a desert, Mr. Reddington?" the waiter asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. I think we are going to have desert in our room." Red looked across the table at Liz and smiled.

"Ah, yes. Very good sir. Would you like me to notify the kitchen and have it sent up to the room for you?"

"No, thank you. That won't be necessary." The waiter noticed that he was still looking at liz and he finally got the hint.

"I see. Well then, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening, sir."

"Oh I'm sure I will." He said getting up from his seat and offering Elizabeth his arm.

They stood and waited for the elevator. As it reached their floor and opened, Red let her enter first. As she turned around he crashed into her. His lips pressed to hers and suddenly they were up against the wall. He pinned her arms above her head and bit at her neck. She moaned and nibbled back at his ear.

She thought for a second that this may very well be the worst decision she may ever make, but she didn't care. She wanted to know what it was like to be with him. She could hear Sam rolling in his grave and she could just see the look on Cooper's face if he ever found out.

What if they did find out?

What would they do? Toss him back in the box and then nobody would be allowed to talk to him? No. They wouldn't do anything. How could they?

The elevator opened and he lifted her legs up and she wrapped them around him as he blindly made his exit. They reached the door,

"The key...I need...the key." He said, his lips still pressed to hers.

"Where is it?"

"Right pants pocket."

She reached her hand into his pocket and removed the key, she turned around on his waist and slid the key into the door and it opened. They came busting through the door and slammed up against the wall. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and he had her pinned. He kissed her neck and she scratched helplessly at his suit jacket. He pushed himself out from her and allowed her to remove his jacket and undue the tiny white snaps and his textured white cotton shirt. He unzipped her silk red dress and slipped it up over her head and tossed it aside. She reached her hands out and touched his chest, she could feel his heart...it was racing. He laid her down onto the cool white sheets of the metal frame bed and stepped back to undo his belt and remove his pants and his shoes. She watched him from the sheets. His eyes were fixed on her as he crawled onto the bed with her. He kept a straight posture as he ran a single hand up her stomach and between her breasts. He leaned down close and whispered into her neck as he nudged her knees apart with his thighs,

"Let's play a game, Lizzie."

Her mind was running wild, like a small boat out on the stormy sea. It was taking everything she had not to beg; beg for him.

"However," he whispered crawling just a little closer, close enough that the peak of his arousal caressed hers. Her stomach muscles flexed quickly at the very touch of him and he smiled with a lustful satisfaction. "This game has rules. Rule number one, neither your shoulders or your hips are allowed to lift from the mattress..."

"Please..." She said breathlessly.

"Rule number two, you are not to make so much as a sound. Do you understand, Lizzie?" She nodded her head.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Good. And finally, most importantly, rule number three." He lowered his voice even further, leaving it nothing but a low gravelly growl that riddled her skin with goosebumps. "You are not allowed to cum. If you feel the sensation building, you will relay to me the safe word."

"Which is?"

"Whiskey." She nodded her head. "It's also important to understand that if you are to break any of the rules, we stop and I start over. So what do you say Lizzie? Do you want to play my game?"

"Please..." She pleaded.

"Very well. Let's get stared then, shall we?"