My hormones were in full swing and I wanted the D. Driving home, all I could think about was his body and mine coming together and causing an earthquake. I had a freaking death grip on the steering wheel and pulled into my parking spot a little quicker than I should have. The click-clack of my heels against the pavement as I powerwalked through the lobby to the elevator made me feel like a goddess; it was on. My thoughts flowed as I leaned against the elevator wall and waited for my floor. I thought to myself, "I hope Alexis isn't home."

Finally, the elevator door opened and I strutted to the door, getting myself pumped up; my heart was racing and I was nearly shaking. I punched my key into the door, threw the door open, and did a scan for my husband. He wasn't in the living room or kitchen, so he was either in his office or in the bedroom. I threw my coat onto the couch as I made my way to the office and then tossed my blazer onto the floor. As I threw open his office door, I was already untucking my shirt; he jumped and looked up at me, surprise shadowing his face.

"Beckett?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

I didn't answer him, I just walked around his desk, straddled him, and started kissing him in a frenzy. "I need you right now," I whispered in his ear as I began senselessly grinding against him. "I want you to fuck me hard." I took his earlobe between my teeth and tugged.

Needless to say, his jaw dropped to the floor. He quickly recovered, though, as he stood up (taking me with him) and began walking to the bedroom. Between sloppy kisses, he asked, "What's going on?"

"Nothing," I said. "I've just been thinking about your dick all day. Now be a man and give it to me." Well, that got him going. Call it an insta-boner. Anyway, his only response was to smile.

He dropped me on the bed and pulled my sweater off quite quickly. I'm guessing he picked up on my primal mood because after he took off my sweater, he ripped his shirt open sending buttons everywhere. It was hot. I slid his belt off and unbuttoned his pants before he shoved me back so that I was lying down, at which point he took off my pants.

Right before he began kissing me again, I said, "Wait, hold on."

"What?" he asked. "Am I being too rough?"

I laughed. "No! I just wanna start a different way." So I got up and led him to the middle of the room before I stopped about three giant steps away from him. "Take off your underwear," I said. He did. I took mine off next and we just stared at each other's naked bodies for a minute until his. . .you know, was pointing right at me and my nips could cut glass. Instead of running and jumping on him, though, I jumped on the bed spread eagle, giving him an unobstructed view of my womanhood. He went for a condom.

"No!" I said. "I wanna feel you inside me." He kissed me. "Just fuck me," I said.

Looking me square in the eye, he slid into me. Then he started moving. It was steady, but hard and before very long I could feel the blood rushing to my face and my inner muscles contracting around him. I watched him going in and out, in and out, and it was awesome. It took me all of two minutes to feel myself start to lose control. "Harder," I moaned. Being the good husband he is, he freaking pile-drove me and damn did it feel good.

I cried out and he went faster. Before I knew it, I shattered. I was praying to God very loudly and grabbing his ass, making sure he got as far in as possible. Once I was done, I flipped him over and rode him so hard he looked scared. Eventually, we both came (my second time) and I collapsed on the bed beside him. He just kind of looked at me.

"What was that about?"

I looked at him, exhausted and fully satisfied. "What? I was fucking horny. Can't a girl want rough, quick sex with her husband? Shit."

He just smiled and said, "I love you."