Disclaimer: All characters and familiar entities belong to Janet Evanovich. I am using them expressly for my own entertainment.

WARNING: Lester has a very dirty mind. Major smut contained within! Please don't be too upset with him, he just can't help those naughty thoughts. Warning is for content and language. Offensive words are used often, including the "c" word.

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Tuesday, October 27th

I was waiting in the Escalade for her in her parking lot and talking to Ranger on the phone. This was the first time I was allowed near her since the core team meeting yesterday morning. My nose still held a bandage from being broken and I was sporting two black eyes. I'd never quite seen my cousin that angry before and I didn't blame him. If I'd been lucky enough to have Stephanie Plum, I would have been murderous...

"You get that, Santos?"

"Affirmative."

"The only reason you are on this surveillance assignment with her is because she requested you. She, for whatever reason, seems to think you can be trusted." His voice was steel-edged as he said, "If Stephanie trusts you, I trust you. Don't give me a reason to kick your ass again."

"No, sir." God, he could be such a prick, but I really didn't blame him in this case...

I was determined to have a normal, friendly relationship with Stephanie. We'd been close, partnering up for takedowns and working distraction missions together. She trusted me and I couldn't let myself be overcome with lust for her enough to jeopardize that friendship and trust.

Just as I'd settled my own resolve in my head, I saw a brown curly-haired head bobbing its way through the parked cars. She appeared at the passenger door and opened it, giving me a wide smile with her blue eyes focused on me, showing her pleasure at having my company. "Lester! He let you come!"

I smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Yeah. Sorry about all that, Beautiful. I was having a rough morning and..."

She held up a hand. "It's okay. Probably if it had been anyone but you, I would have been creeped out, but," she laughed for a second before continuing, "that just seems so like you!"

I tilted my head back and laughed heartily. She was right. I was Lester Santos, Trenton's own Don Juan, and all the ladies loved Lester. All except Stephanie Plum, well, at least not in the way I would prefer for her to love me. "You've got that right, Beautiful."

"Okay, Les. Let's do it. I have a viewing to get Grandma to this evening and we're going to be cutting it close." She was climbing up into the passenger seat while she spoke. My breath hitched in my throat at the tight black miniskirt she wore to complement her gray cashmere sweater. She looked soft and warm, and incredibly sexy.

I groaned inwardly as both of my engines started going: the SUV and my libido. I did my best not to look at the long, creamy legs stretched out in front of her. I noticed the ridiculously high heels on her feet and fought the shudder that threatened to travel down my spine.

I pulled out of her parking lot and turned toward the highway when she faced me and asked, "Do you think we could stop by Tommy Fuggatte's? I've heard he might be able to tell me where Lloyd Wheeler is hiding out."

Lloyd Wheeler was a skip she'd been tailing for two weeks. She only had a few days left on his bond and was accessing every contact she had to find him. "Sure, Beautiful. Where does he live?"

"He works in Shades, the new nightclub by I-95. We'll pass it on our way to Hunter's office building." Hunter was a Rangeman skip we were tailing. So far he had been elusive, but we were closing in. He was due back at work today, so Stephanie and I were assigned to sit and watch for his arrival.

"Alright, sounds good." I drove along, keeping my eyes off any part of her body and thinking about anything sad my mind could come up with: dead puppies, children starving in Africa, and even the thought of my parents doing the nasty. It all worked for a little while. At least until we reached the club.

I pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. She was digging through her purse with her head practically buried inside. She emerged a moment later with a tube of lipstick. Horrified, I watched as she lowered the visor and flipped up the cover on the mirror. She pulled off the cap and twisted the base until the deadly shade slid up into view. No, please God, no!

Slowly, she smoothed the cherry red devil paint onto her full, pouty lips and then pressed them inward and rubbed them against each other. I was full-on hard by this point and not happy about it.

She looked at me then and asked, "Do you think he'll want to talk to me?"

No, I think he'll want to fuck you senseless. "Sure, Beautiful. He'll definitely want to talk to you."

She flashed me a smile that blasted me with a jolt of lust and then opened the door and hopped out.

Remembering that I had a job to do and a responsibility to her, as well, I said, "If you're not back in five minutes, I'm coming in after you."

"Got it!"

She walked inside slowly, her sexy ass swinging seductively with her steps, inviting a caress, or a touch, or a lick...and just like that, my mind wandered off into forbidden territory…

I walked into the club, letting my eyes adjust to the flashing lights and the fog emanating from machines placed strategically around the large room.

The hostess seated me on a barstool at a tall round cafe table. Less than thirty seconds later, I saw Stephanie approaching my table and lost my ability to breathe.

Her outfit was barely there...and incredible. She wore no top or bra, but two red velvet stars covered her round nipples, not hiding the fact that she was a bit cold. There were multiple silver bangles on each wrist, and large silver hoops dangling from each ear.

Her shiny brown curls were clipped up off her shoulders and a few long ringlets hung loosely around her face and neck. The cherry red lipstick matched her velvet stars to a tee. Her sultry blue eyes passed over my body.

I traveled my eyes down over the length of her body and groaned when I saw the minuscule black daisy dukes she wore with slits up the sides almost to the waist band. Down each side of her body was a long, skinny red and black dragon in yin and yang positions: Yin on the left, Yang on the right.

"Damn, Beautiful. Are those tattoos real?"

"Of course. Paint would rub off in here, so I got them done a couple of weeks ago. You like them?" She smiled seductively and rested a foot up on the lower rung of my barstool.

My eyes journeyed down the length of her miles-long legs to see the high-heeled black sandals she wore with her outfit.

"So, where did you get this outfit, Beautiful?"

She leaned closer to me, trapping my bicep between her naked breasts and letting her lips whisper against my ear, "It's my work uniform, Lester."

"You work here?"

"Oh yes."

"When do you get off?"

She gave me a wicked grin and rubbed her breasts up and down my arm, moaning lightly, then bending down to gently bite my shoulder, leaving a perfect print of her lips in cherry red at the spot. "Thirty minutes. Are you going to get me off?"

I could feel my eyes dilating when I looked into her face. She was amused, and turned on. The sight was erotic beyond imagination. "Hell yes."

"Good. Meet me at the bar in twenty-nine minutes." Then she turned around and walked away, swinging her hips to tantalize me. It took me a full minute to realize what I was seeing.

At the base of her spine was a corset piercing about four inches high. It started at her waist and stopped just above her low waist band. Through the silver loops, starting at the top, was a red velvet ribbong, criss-crossed and tied in a bow at the base. The tails hung down to mid-thigh and billowed in the breeze created by her movement.

I closed my eyes and swallowed. Twenty-nine, I checked my watch, twenty-eight minutes would never take so long.

Exactly twenty-eight minutes later, I was waiting for her at the bar. She showed up a few seconds after I arrived and hooked her arm through mine. "Ready to go, Lester?"

"Absolutely. Do you have a coat?"

"Do I need one? Would it bother you if I was cold?" She stuck her lips out in a pout while she spoke, but her eyes were dancing. Damn! Far be it from me to keep her from being cold if that's what she wanted.

"You want me to keep you warm, instead?"

Grinning, she nodded and I slid my arm around her, tugging her tight against my body when we went out to my car.

My personal vehicle is a black Cadillac XLR-V. I opened the door and helped her into the low passenger seat, then rounded the hood to hop into the driver's seat. "Where to?"

"My apartment. I have a surprise for you there."

Damn, again! I got us to her apartment in record time and pressed her close to my body during the ride in the elevator up to her apartment. Once we got inside, she led me to the couch and pushed me down onto it before even turning on the lights.

"Close your eyes, Lester."

I complied and listened while she turned on the lights, then I heard the sound of skin rubbing against metal. I was just about to ask what was going on, when she told me to open my eyes.

When I opened them, all I could do was groan out my appreciation. Stephanie was hanging upside down on a stripper pole, her legs bent around the cold metal, her back against it, her breasts dangling toward her face.

"Do you like it?"

"Fuck!" Was the only thing I could get out.

"Not yet, Lester. You have to watch the show first." She pulled her body upward and gripped the pole with both hands, swinging her legs down to firmly plant her feet on the floor. Then she turned around, bending low with her ass in the air, to turn on the boom box she had on the floor behind her. My mouth went dry when I saw the bottom edge of her two perfect cheeks peeking out beneath the shorts.

The song "Figured You Out" by Nickelback came on and she started gyrating and rubbing her body against the pole. She jumped on it and twirled around it, sliding up and down, rubbing her pussy up and down it, licking it, and wrapping her arms and legs around it.

Midway through the song, she reached down and unsnapped a button on the side of her waist band that I hadn't noticed. She continued her seduction dance, sliding her hands inside the open edge of her shorts, slipping them down to rub her hand over her mound, moaning while she did it.

I almost came unglued, but I waited. I wanted to see what she would do. This was her show.

Removing her hand, she swiveled her hips and bucked against the pole again, closing her eyes and groaning at the contact against her sensitive flesh, even through the shorts. A minute later, she unsnapped the button on the other side of her waist and the shorts fell away, leaving her naked until she finished the dance. The ties of her corset ribbon glided over her ass, teasing and tantalizing her flesh.

She ended the routine, upside down, her back against the pole, her hands gripping the base, and her ankles hooked around it at a point near her ass. Her legs, bent at the knees, were spread apart, her pussy open and bare for me to view.

Mesmerized, I stood and walked over to her. She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. I could see, even in the low light, how her perfectly shaped lips glistened with her desire. I placed my hands on her hips and stroked upward over her thighs, sliding my palms over the tops them and to the inside, stroking back downward until my thumbs were caressing the bare flesh of her sweet, wet cunt.

"God, I want to lick you, to taste you."

"Please," she whispered.

Sliding both thumbs up and down her slit, I dipped them in and parted her even further, leaning down to get my first taste of Plum juiciness.

I groaned against her hot, moist flesh when the scent and taste of her intimate desire entered my senses. I slid my hands lower to her hips and held them firmly with my hands and lifted her, freeing her arms her own weight. With a low growl, I feasted on her. Licking, sucking, nipping, and claiming every inch of her with my mouth.

When she finally came for the third time, I stopped, and helped her out of her position so that she was standing in front of me, cherry covered lips parted, her chest heaving.

Suddenly, a feral gleam entered her eyes and she grabbed the front of my shirt and slammed me against the pole, ripping my silk dress shirt open, sending buttons flying all over the room.

I closed my eyes when she unclasped my dress slacks and lowered them, sinking to her knees and sliding her hot mouth over my bulging cock and grabbing my hips so she could pull me in all the way to the hilt.

I felt the back of her throat relax and open for me so that the tip of my cock was massaging it while she started sucking on me and sliding her mouth all the way to the tip and then slamming back down onto me, wrapping her lips around the base. God I loved the look of her cherry lips wrapped around my hot, pulsing cock. The sight incensed my already raging pulse.

She quickened her pace until I was shouting and I came, shooting my molten liquid into the back of her throat.

Still unsatisfied, she stood and climbed onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist and the pole together and slamming her dripping wet pussy onto my thick, still-hard cock. I hadn't been fully satisfied, yet, either and hissed out her name as her moist fire clamped around me.

Using the pole for leverage, she began slapping herself up and down on my cock, riding me for all she was worth. The feeling was beyond words and all I could do was gasp and groan while she tormented my straining dick with her slick cunt.

"You like that, Lester?" She whispered harshly against my ear. "You like to feel my cunt sucking on your hard cock?"

I could only nod.

"She's a greedy, greedy girl, Lester. She wants to taste your hot cum. Don't make her wait. She can be a cruel girl when she has to wait." She bit the side of my neck and I could feel my orgasm building to near painfulness.

"Do you want her to be naughty all over you, Lester?"

"Fuck, yes," I ground out through clenched teeth.

"She's getting ready, Lester. Come on, make her happy." Her voice was rising in pitch and I could feel the beginnings of her tremors start on me.

I gripped her hips and slammed into her harshly, ramming my cock against her G-Spot. That was all she needed. She howled as her tender flesh convulsed around my cock and I growled as I shot myself off inside her, letting the motion of her tremors milk the cum out of me.

I stood there, with her still wrapped around my body, waiting for my legs to stop trembling.

"Lester!"

I snapped my head up and looked around. Daylight. Escalade. Work. Shit.

I looked over at Stephanie and she was staring wide-eyed through the driver's side window.

I slowly turned my head to see Ranger standing there, a furious look on his face. It was then that I noticed my hands wrapped around my cock, freed from my cargos and wet with my cum. Holy fuck.

"Santos!" He screamed at me through the window. "Monitor duty the rest of the week. Meet me on the mats tomorrow morning at 0400!"

He turned around abruptly and left, calling for Stephanie to go with him. I looked over at Stephanie and she had a shocked look on her face. With a brief wave, she high-tailed it after Ranger, leaving me to do surveillance on my own.

Fuck. She had to stop wearing that damned lipstick...