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Rated M * WARNING: SMUT *

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Chapter 2

Nick is at work in the LVPD Crime Lab.

Nothing like a late night call from his wife to make him smile...and shift in his seat.

This is for my smut fans who love Nicky in action.

Nick Stokes tried to hide his smile as he walked down the hall to bring Catherine Willows the results of a fingerprint match he just got from CODIS. He just couldn't help but laugh about the phone call he just got from Jules. She had called him only a few minutes ago. He was surprised it was her.

"Stokes," he said without looking, assuming it was going to be Catherine checking in to see if the result for the print match was in yet.

Instead, he was surprised to hear the sweet voice of his wife.

"Hey, Handsome," Jules greeted him in a soft voice.

"Hey, Honey, what are you doing up? What time is it?" he said looking at his watch. "Babe, it's almost 2:00 in the morning, is everything okay?" he said sounding slightly concerned.

"Yep, everything is fine," she smiled at his concern, "I just can't sleep," she sighed.

"Why, Honey, is something bothering you? You okay?" Nick asked as he sat back in his chair and furrowed his brow in thought.

For a minute he grew worried about her pregnancy.

"Noooo, everything is fine, Texas, I was just lying her thinking about you," she reassured him and then added, "I miss you."

"Aww," he chuckled quietly, "You do, Baby?" he said with his southern accent making him sound even sweeter.

"I do, Handsome," she smiled even though he couldn't see her, "I always miss you…but tonight, since I can't sleep, I miss you even more," she admitted.

"But why can't you sleep, Darlin'?"

"I don't know…just over tired, maybe? I have been lying in the dark for a while and I figured I would call you…especially since…well…" she started to laugh.

"Especially since what?"

"Especially since I just started remembering how good it was this morning…when you seduced me at the kitchen table you bad, bad, man," she chuckled.

"Ahhh, you liked that, huh? Weren't expectin' me to move in for that sneak attack," he laughed too.

"No! I just happened to hear you come in and I thought I would just have some quiet time with you," she laughed. "What was I thinking? I should know better than to wear your shirt to bed or at least make sure I don't let you see me in it when I go downstairs!" she smirked, "Guess it didn't turn out to be so quiet after all!" she laughed under her breath.

"You know it's your own fault, Sunshine," he laughed quietly at her, "You wore my shirt on purpose to get me worked up!"

"Noooo!" she swore, "I really didn't! I just like to wear your shirts to bed sometimes…it makes me feel like your sleeping next to me," she admitted.

"Ya know, Baby, I love to hear that," he whispered, leaned back on his chair, and spun it toward the computer so he could continue to keep an eye on the screen.

"It's true, Handsome. So, there goes your theory that I wear it to get me some!"

"Uh huh," he scoffed, teasing her. "And so you are calling me at work…at 2 o'clock in the morning…to tell me how you are lying in our bed, in the dark, thinking about us getting it on this morning?" he grinned.

"Uh huh, why is that bad?" she teased. "Huuuh!" she gasped, "Oh NO! Are you at a crime scene?" she asked panicked a bit. She hadn't thought about that.

"Nope, it's all good. I am actually sitting in front of the computer waiting for some print results," he said and then paused before adding, "So tell me you sweet thing, you say you're thinking' about us gettin' busy this mornin', huh?" he growled.

"I sure am," she whispered back.

"Where's your hand?"

"What?"

"Your hand…is it under the covers?"

"My hannn…Ohhhhh," she said realizing where he was going with his question.

"You touchin' yourself as you think about me, Baby?" he asked as he shifted in his seat from the thought.

"Nickkkk!" she laughed. "No, Honey, I'm sorry to disappoint you but no I don't have my hand under the covers."

"Does callin' me and hearin' my voice make you wanna put it down under the covers, Baby?" he said in a hopeful southern drawl.

"Mmm, ya want me to? You want to tell me again what you did to me this morning that would get me all hot and bothered?" she purred.

"Awwwww, Honnney, if you were lookin' to turn me on right now, as I sit in here alone, well, …it worked," he told her.

Jules laughed and so did Nick.

Jules and Nick were referring to that morning. She had heard Nick come in from work at around 5 o'clock in the morning. Neither she nor Emma ever usually got up that early. But this morning, when she heard him come in, she scurried downstairs. And on this morning, she happened to come downstairs wearing one of his button down dress shirts. The sleeves were folded up and the shirt tails hung just over her panties. She found it to be the perfect nightshirt when he worked too many nights in a row. She liked it even better when she sprayed it with his cologne and slept in it. It always made her feel like he was in bed next to her.

Jules never even thought about what she was wearing when she came downstairs to see him…she didn't think it was a big deal but when she walked into the kitchen, Nick was sitting at the kitchen table looking over the newspaper he had just brought inside. She should have known by the way he looked up from his paper and gave her a double take. But she hadn't even thought twice about it.

"Morning, Sunshine, why are you up this early? Did I wake you when I came in?" he furrowed his brow.

"Nope, I just happened to hear you and thought I would come down to hang out with you."

"Well, that's nice. I like that," he smiled genuinely.

Jules walked over and used the 'Insta-Hot' water to make herself a cup of tea.

"Ah ha! Tea in an instant!" she grinned happily and walked back toward the table with a piping hot mug of tea in her hand.

Nick smiled at her. She was so cute, he thought. She has always loved that little contraption at the sink that spit out boiling hot water at the touch of a button. He loved how the little things pleased her.

Jules smiled back at him and went to sit at the table to enjoy a cup of tea with her husband as he read the paper. She liked enjoying the quiet with him…they didn't do it often enough, she thought.

"How was your night?" she asked him as she went to pull out the kitchen chair.

"Fine, a little crazy here and there, " he said pushing his chair away from the table a bit, "C'mere," he said and patted his leg.

Jules let go of the back of the chair she was about to pull out and went to his lap and sat down on his thigh.

"Be careful!" she said startled when her cup shook from him wrapping his arms around her waist suddenly, " I don't want to burn you, Cowboy!" she said quickly setting her tea down on the table.

Once her cup was down on the table safely, she looked back at him. The back of her legs hung over the inside of his leg and his hand rubbed her thigh while the other one rested on her lower back.

"Any big cases you wanna tell me about?" she asked wrapping her one arm around his neck; her other hand cupped over the hand he had on her thigh.

"Um, well, it was busy…I was at scenes more than the Lab tonight…," he told her and began to smell her hair as he leaned into it.

"Yeah? Were you with Warrick… Catherine?" she asked just making conversation, ignoring his nuzzling.

"Sara, mostly," he said as he moved some of her hair away from her neck and shoulder.

Nick began to move his hand up her thigh and he leaned in to kiss her cheek and moved slowly down to her neck.

"Are you making a move on me?" she smirked and rolled her head to the side slightly.

"Uh huh," Nick mumbled looking up at her from her neck and smiled.

Jules smiled back at him.

"You are the horniest man I know, Nick," she laughed as his hand moved up and began to undo her top two buttons.

"Um, I really don't think I want you to know any other horny men, Darlin'," he winked at her and smiled, still unbuttoning the buttons, "And you know I am only like this with you...AND anyway…YOU started it!"

"I most certainly did not!" she gasped, "I just sat down to talk with you!" she defended.

"You started it the minute you walked into the kitchen!" he laughed and reached his hand into the top of her shirt and grazed her nipple with his thumb as he caressed her breast.

"WHAT!" she laughed.

"Yep, yes, ma`am, you came strollin' in here wearing my shirt…you know how I feel about you in my clothes you sexy, little, thing," he pulled the shirt down her shoulder, dipped his face downward and kissed her bare skin.

Jules looked down at her shirt…at "his" shirt… and smiled wide. She didn't realize she even had it on but now that he mentioned it to her, she knew it was true…there was something about her wearing his clothes that made him go after her like a bull seeing red.

"Oooooh, I forgot I was wearing it," she laughed as he tickled her neck with his scruffy face.

"Can you kindly move that cup of hot tea?" he asked.

"Yea, why?" she asked curiously, got up, and moved her mug to the counter. She quickly sat back down on his lap. "That better, Texas?" she asked wondering what he had up his sleeve; she was thinking he was afraid she'd bump it and burn them both. He was always the cautious one.

Nick didn't answer her. He leaned in and kissed her. It was a sexy kiss. It made her stomach flutter. They kissed like that for a few minute before the heat of their spark began spreading the fire between them and all hell was about to break loose.

Jules put her hand on his shoulder and, breathing heavily and completely turned on, she stopped.

"Nick, if Emma comes down…" she began to say.

Nick shook his head at her. "She won't. Trust me…you know she never gets up at 5:00 in the morning, Babe…she won't get up for a couple hours…you know I'm right."

"Yeah, but…"

Nick didn't wait for her to finish her sentence. Instead he grabbed the side of her face with one hand and kissed her again. This kiss included more tongue, more passion, more fire…and suddenly hands were roaming…both his and hers. She could feel his rock hard cock pressing strongly on her outer thigh and she knew he was already heated up and ready to roll.

Jules decided to immediately free the bulging hard on in his pants. She reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. They didn't ever stop kissing each other even when Nick lifted himself up a bit off the chair to move his pants down over his hips. Their lips accosted each other's without hesitation. She felt her breathing grow heavy and hot and suddenly she had to have her hot, sexy, Texan and so she swung her legs around and straddled him completely.

Now facing him she smiled lovingly and yet seductively at him. Jules raised her eyebrow at him devilishly as she stood up in front of him. Nick smiled and stared at her in his shirt. He followed the buttons down to the hem of his shirt and then reached out, grabbed the sides of her panties, and yanked them down. They pooled at her ankles and she kicked them off completely.

"Where you looking for THIS when you told me to come sit on your lap?" she whispered into his ear, grabbing his cock to guide it as she lowered herself onto it.

Nick's hands ran across her hips before grabbing her bare ass hard.

"Ooooooh, uh huh…I was…oh, that's nice, Baby…Mmmm, you feel so good," he smirked and then resumed his kiss with her.

As Nick kissed her he gripped her ass and rocked her back and forth. She leaned forward to moan and talk dirty into his ear. She knew it made him crazy and she loved making him hotter. The more she groaned and talked to him in her sexy, raspy, voice the faster he rocked her.

Nick slowed her down and held her steady on top of him.

"What's the matter, Cowboy?" she panted.

"I want to stare at you a minute," he said, his brown eyes piercing into her's.

She stared back at him in awe of how much she loved him.

"I just wanna feel me inside you," he whispered resting his forehead on hers, "I love you so much, Baby…you are my everything, ya know that? I love you…I love this…" he said only inches from her face.

"I love you too, Nicky. Crazy, mad, love…" she rubbed her nose on his.

He smiled softly.

"Oh, and, did I tell you how much I love you in my clothes?" he said in his southern twang and grinned showing his dimples.

"Yep, you told me that a time or two," she smiled back still keeping her forehead locked with his and her hands caressing the back of his head. "Oh, and did I tell you how much I love you inside me?" she chuckled about her rewording of his sentence.

Nick laughed too. "Yea, I kinda figured that out on my own…just by watching you," he smiled and thrust up into her again and winked.

"Ooooh, no teasing, Nick," she laughed and raised herself up and then slid herself down on him slowly.

"You sure you want to play that game again, Honey?" he wrapped his hand in her hair, "remember what happened last time? I won…over and over again."

"Yeah, well, I can't say it's a bad thing to lose that game, Cowboy," she laughed.

Nick laughed at her before he leaned in and kissed her gently.

Suddenly, without warning, Nick stood up with her still attached to him.

"Whoa! NICK!" she gasped and grabbed him tightly around his neck.

Nick swished the newspaper off the table with one hand, rested her on top of it gently, and stood in between her legs. Guiding himself inside her again thoroughly, he began to slide in and out of her. He leaned over her, his palms on each side of her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers so she could attack his lips.

As they kissed each other passionately, Nick began to thrust himself into her faster and deeper. He couldn't stand it. He began to hammer her right there on their kitchen table with his pants still around his ankles.

Jules could feel herself sliding up the table from his passionate thrusts so she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep herself in place.

"Oh God, ohhhhh Nicky, Oh my God," Jules moaned out in ecstasy as he pounded relentlessly inside her faster and faster.

Nick wouldn't slow down. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to…and he sure as hell didn't want to. He would have liked, however, to last longer than he did but that wasn't to be. The feeling was so good, so intense, that Nick grabbed Jules' hands off his shoulders, pinned them to the table, laced her fingers with his, and gripped them tightly as he let out his breath loudly and pumped fiercely into her groaning even harder as he felt himself release inside her.

"Aurghhhh. Aurgggh. Arrrggggggggh" He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned loudly with each release.

"Nick...Nnnickk..." Jules gasped his name and gripped his fingers tightly.

Still propped up above her, Nick felt like he would never stop cumming, but once he did he hung his head over her's and panted heatedly.

"Nick," she whispered out. "Cowboy. My God... you are so good."

Nick grinned as he sat alone in the Las Vegas Crime Lab remembering their sexcapade on the kitchen table but suddenly frowned when he looked over at his computer screen as it began beeping.

"I hear it beeping, Nick…did you get a hit?" she asked curiously.

"Uh huh, yep, I got a match... that son of a bitch" he said slowly reading the information below the print.

"Do you have to go, Texas?" she asked, "Can you still talk to me or do you really have to go now?"

"Well, it's printing, Sunshine, but yea, I really do have to go in a minute or two," he admitted, "You know I would talk to you all night if I could."

"Okay, okay…I know. I just like to hear your voice, Handsome," she yawned.

"Sounds like maybe you are getting tired now, Honey" he pointed out.

"Yeah, maybe," she said and yawned again.

"Well, go to sleep, Sunshine, I gotta get this printout over to Catherine and you sound tired now anyway," he told her.

Just before he was ready to hang up, he told her, "Hey, I love you, Sweetheart….I'm glad you called."

"I love you too my big, sexy, man," she laughed quietly.

"Good, I like it that way," he laughed quietly too.

Nick grabbed the paper from the printer and whispered his goodnight as he walked toward the door.

"Go to sleep now, Babe, okay?"

"Okay, I will. You be safe, promise?"

"Okay, I will," he laughed at how he repeated her.

And before he clicked his phone closed he whispered one last thing.

"Sweet dreams, Sunshine…sweet dreams."