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Chapter 1
Eliot was roughly slammed against the wall, he felt it smash against his back, he considered fighting back, seriously considered it, and then realised he needed to, it was unfair on her to take advantage in this situation, in her current state. So he gently pushed her away, she looked annoyed her eyes glinting with lust and determination. She looked at him checking him out and deciding her next action. He was hot, there was no doubt of it, a haircut and a shave and he could fool people into thinking he was a model, yet that wasn't really Eliot Spencer's ideal life, he liked the rough and ready thug look, fooled people that he wasn't as smart as he was. She knew otherwise, but at this moment she didn't care about his mental abilities or his history, she just wanted her hands all over his toned body.
So she decided to push back at him, grabbing his hair yanking his head back and forcing her mouth on his. She opened her mouth, he replied opening his a little, she moved her tongue to stroke against his lips, testing the reaction. Suddenly her tongue thrust into his mouth, savouring his taste, which to a degree shocked her.
"Tara!" he exclaimed pushing her away almost panting, his blue eyes a cross between fuming and interested, he was pushing her at arm's length, and very, very aware that this was far over stepping the mark with the relationship he had with her, and would really conflict the professional behaviour he liked to have within the group, Nate, Sophie, Haridson and Parker could do what they wanted but to him there was a line you really shouldn't cross. No matter how much he was sexually attracted to her, not that he denied that but he had self control. Or at least he liked to think he did.
"Stop being a tease El" she demanded pushing back closer to him, smirking that although he was pushing her away he wasn't moving away from her, and she knew he was more the able to just push her away if needed, he was small but very strong. Should he be refusing her outright she would have no doubt, no this was a very conflicted Eliot.
"It's not going to help you," he stated shaking his head, "it never does, will make you forget for a few minutes," he almost looked sad.
"That's all I want!" she demanded pushing back into him, for a second he let his guard down, kissing her back with a fire that she would have expected from him. Hot headed and feisty, he was always going to be an exciting lover, and she wanted to find out. No she needed to find out, more or less had since she first saw him. He couldn't be further from her type, but that made her want him more.
She started unbuttoning his shirt, tracing her hands over his muscles while she did so. The buttons were quickly undone, without his protests, then she was forcing it off his shoulders. He wasn't fighting it so much anymore. And it fell to the floor.
Her hands ran up under his vest, stroking his chest, pulling the vest up, she wanted to see under his clothes was he as toned as his strength suggested? Where did he have scars from his job? She wanted to taste his skin.
She pushed him further against the wall, trapping him, allowing herself the chance to really taste him, wanting him more and more. Totally lost in the moment, in her lust. Then suddenly he roughly pushed her away and walked away, a clear sign that he was stopping. She considered following him and continuing, but the look his face was the stern, the same as when he was faced with a difficult opponent, and he wasn't backing down. It disappointed her, but she composed herself quickly, and began to wonder how had they ended up in this position.
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The phone had rung, he answered it and he could hear the panic in her voice
"Where are you?" he demanded
"106 industrial, " she whispered "please hurry"
He hung up and ran off to get his shoes and leather jacket on, grabbing a hair band and pulling his scruffy brown hair back out of his eyes, he grabbed his motor bike helmet, walked to the door. Then changed his mind, put it down and grabbed his truck keys if he was collecting her she wouldn't want to be on the back of a motor bike.
He slammed the door behind him as he rushed out of the flat. Jumped in his truck and zoomed off down the road. He pushed his ear bud in and called out to see if anyone was around. A million things flashed though his mind, and he pushed them all to one side to evaluate the situation.
"Eliot, whats up?" Nate replied, the older man's voice full of concern in the younger mans ear.
"Tara is in some sort of trouble, Im off to find her, track me" Eliot barked, harsher than he would have liked but he was never too good at controlling his emotions when concerned.
"What sort of trouble?" he quizzed,
"I don't know she didn't say very much other than help and her location " as he relayed her location to the Mastermind
