A/N: This one is a bit more fun. It is definitely a strong T rating for suggestive content.

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I have a secret

Booth, his thoughts definitely not on the mind-numbing presentation currently taking place at the front of the room, glanced in surprise at his phone. Bones knew he was in some sort of conference for the day and she tended not to interrupt him during that time. Unless there was a dead body. But her text didn't indicate that.

It said she had a secret. What. The. Hell.

He hated secrets. Secrets were often bad, unless you counted presents and surprise visits from Parker. But the holidays were still months away and Parker was currently in school in England. Which meant her secret had absolutely nothing to do with those things.

And that meant it had to be bad. Terrible even. Something that had been eating away at her for some time. Otherwise she would have waited until he arrived home, rather than spring it on him in the middle of a conference where there was no way for her to contact him other than by text.

Taking a deep breath, Booth flicked his eyes back up to the presentation, before looking back at the phone. Knowing there was only one way to find out, Booth pulled his cell phone from the table to his lap, making it less conspicuous to those around him. Not that he was worried. At least half the attendees were playing on their phones at any given time during the conference.

What kind of secret?

He left the phone in his lap, knowing Bones wouldn't take a long time to respond. Glancing around the room, Booth wondered how the presenters didn't realize at least half of the room wasn't listening. Then decided they probably didn't care since they'd be paid either way.

A good secret

Rolling his eyes, Booth wondered how she'd known exactly where his thoughts had gone. In just three words, she managed to lower his heart rate and blood pressure and she wasn't even in the room.

Can't this wait until we get home?

Hacker was in the room, somewhere, and the last thing Booth wanted to give him was an excuse to be called into the office for a "talk" about his behavior. Not that he gave a shit what Hacker thought. It was the waste of time that pissed him off.

It will be more fun if I tell you now

Fun. A fun secret. Like that was ever going to happen.

At the front of the conference room, the presenter was currently going over tips on how to successfully work with other agencies and Booth swallowed a snort of laughter. Not one of the tips on the screen would ever work with his team.

As he looked at the list and mentally gave reasons on how each would fail when working with Hodgins, his phone buzzed again.

It's a secret fantasy

Oh, shit. She wouldn't. Booth swallowed in distress and put the phone face down on his leg. It buzzed again almost immediately and he put his hand over it to prevent it from falling but didn't turn it over. A move he knew was only temporary. There was no way he could ignore any further messages no matter the consequence. The curiosity alone was sure to kill him.

Finally, he gave in.

A secret sexual fantasy

He didn't groan aloud, even though he wanted to. He barely even blinked. With more will power than he knew he possessed, Booth schooled his face into a neutral expression. Carefully, since his fingers had started to shake slightly, he typed out a response.

Not fair bones u know i'm in a conference

"Agent Booth?" came a loud voice from the front of the room. Without even a hint of guilt, Booth looked up just as his finger pressed send.

He raised an eyebrow at the presenter and Hacker who stood just off to his left. Smirking, Booth knew what Hacker hoped would happen, and thoroughly enjoyed the realization that he'd be disappointed. "Yes?"

Most men looked surprised when they were called out in a room of fellow agents. Some even looked embarrassed when they were on their phone when that occurred. But the smug grin on Booth's face made the presenter hesitate, as did the amused smiles on several other faces.

The presenter was a short man dressed in what Booth thought was supposed to be corporate casual. Or something like that. It was a look he didn't approve of. "Yes, um, I was informed that you had formed a rather successful partnership with an agency outside the FBI. I was wondering if you had any response to the tips presented?" he asked.

Booth's phone buzzed just as he returned it to the table, causing blood to rush in a particular direction. A place he certainly didn't want it to go when he was facing down a clueless presenter and Hacker. Who was just as clueless. "Yes. Actually, I have only one suggestion."

The presenter's face lit up and Booth almost felt sorry for the guy. "And what is your suggestion?" Even Hacker looked pleased that Booth was participating appropriately.

"I would take every single one of those tips and throw them out the window. They are useless."

Hacker's face went from pleased to pissed in the span of a heartbeat and the presenter's mouth hung open. Hacker was the first to recover. "Agent Booth, why would you say that?"

"Take number three, for example," Booth said, standing so he could be heard better. It made it easier to see the one thing he was trying to ignore: his phone and the mysterious message it contained. "It says to set boundaries to help ensure the FBI is the lead agency. Now, that's just useless advice. If you are working with a team, there shouldn't be lead agency. The point is to work as a team. If you don't treat them as equals, what's the point?"

Booth's answer was long enough the presenter had time to recover. "Everyone is equal on your team?"

Someone to Booth's left snorted in amusement. Probably at the thought of Dr. Brennan ever being considered less than equal to the rest of them. "Of course, we are equal partners. Our roles expand and change depending on the situation and the case," Booth said. He flicked his eyes down to the phone and back up again, thinking of one role he was glad he'd allowed to expand. "But you presented it as the FBI has all the power and the outside partner should just succumb to our expertise. That's not a partnership."

Finished, Booth sat back down and picked up his phone, a clear dismissal of both the presenter and his boss. He watched, from the top of his vision, as Hacker left the stage area and returned to his seat. The presenter swallowed thickly and picked up the clicker. "Let's move on to the next slide," he said, not responding to what Booth had said.

Which was fine with Booth. Sure he'd be left alone for the remainder of the afternoon, Booth finally accessed the message.

It starts with me wearing your button down shirt

Why r u doing this 2 me bones

He didn't even look up as he waited for the reply.

I was working on my next book with Angela She explained sexting to me. I wanted to practice

Grinding his teeth, Booth spent an enjoyable minute coming up with various ways to kill Angela. He wasn't sure he knew enough saints to get through the next two hours.

I will not read anymore messages

He clicked the phone back to sleep and tried to rest it on his knee. But he was suddenly unable to sit still and the phone almost hit the floor several times.

And when it buzzed with an incoming message, he turned it back on despite the previous text.

I have the blue shirt on and only the middle button is buttoned

Brennan had done that move on more than one occasion. And been forced to sew the button back on when he ripped the shirt open to get a glimpse at her naked skin.

Booth turned so he could sit a little closer to the table, suddenly concerned that other things weren't going to be as easy to hide as the phone.

please bones I'm begging u don't do this

The reply was immediate.

If you don't want to do this quit reading

Leave it to her to respond with logic. Logic that couldn't be argued with. Logic that made perfect since except his gorgeous wife was playing a game with him they'd never played before. And Booth was more than interested. He wanted to send sexy messages with his wife.

Just not at a conference full of people. He'd rather be in his office. Where he could pull the blinds and lock the door.

Where not one person would catch a glimpse of what was her prefer only be obvious to his wife.

i want to play bones but we could wait until i was in my office

The pause was longer this time and Booth wondered if she was considering the offer. He was just starting to settle down again when her reply came through.

What's wrong, Agent Booth? Are you lacking self-control?

Damn her. She turned it into a challenge. He couldn't refuse those and there was no way he'd let his wife claim victory in this little war of words.

Challenge accepted.

Where r u bones?

Funding meeting. It's boring. But I have great self-control

Booth smiled. He'd see about that.

My fantasy 4 u involves scarves bones

Booth what are you doing?

I'm practicing my self-control the scarves are navy blue and u know how i love that color against your pale skin

Blinking, Booth brought his focus back just in time to hear the presenter call for a break. Thanking God for the timing, he reached for his jacket and rose from the chair. Turning, he just avoided stepping on Hacker's toes.

"Where are you going, Agent Booth?" he asked. Booth could easily read the annoyance in the other man's face.

"I'm going back to my office, sir. This is a waste of my time. I can finish my budget projections you've been asking for." And send naughty texts to my wife.

Hacker desperately wanted those projections. But he hated how Booth always seemed to get the upper hand. "Don't you think you were a little rude to the presenter?" he asked with crossed arms.

Shrugging, Booth grabbed his packet from the table. "He asked a question. I gave an honest answer."

Knowing he was beat, Hacker stepped back. "I hope to see those projections on my desk in the morning."

Nodding to acknowledge he heard the comment, Booth moved quickly past him and headed toward the exit. He found that now he waited impatiently for his phone to buzz again.

And he wasn't disappointed when it did.

Would you tie my hands over my head Booth? It that your fantasy? To take control?

Hell yeah. That sounded like a great time to him. So great he almost walked into a glass door. He gave it an angry push, finally exiting into a day that had gone from pleasantly warm to steamy. A good metaphor for the way his afternoon was progressing.

Except we wouldn't be at home bones. Maybe in your office where we could test out the new couch.

It was a scenario he'd been trying to make work in his own mind since that gorgeous piece of leather furniture had shown up in her office. All she needed was to close the blinds and lock that door of hers.

Maybe over a long weekend. Or Christmas when the lab closed down for a week unless a new case arrived. Surely, they could break the couch in then. And no one would hear them do it.

The next message came as he was almost to his vehicle. And he tripped over his own feet as he read it.

Do you think the guards would come running as I screamed your name?

Okay. This had gone too far. Booth could barely walk out a building and across the parking lot without getting so distracted he almost hurt himself. Twice. But he refused to concede defeat to his wife.

In the SUV, he took several calming breaths.

I'm on my way back to the office. Left conference. Won't be able to text for a few.

Okay

Uncomfortable, Booth shifted in his seat before starting the trip back toward his office. Only to change his mind half way there and head toward his house. He'd go back later and finish the budget projections. Maybe Bones would go back with him; she had a better head for numbers than he did. That was if she still had the energy to stand after he was done with her.

changed mind and went home Booth texted from the driveway. I'll be waiting for you

The phone sounded almost immediately. Booth opened her message to find not words this time, but a single picture.

How the hell she managed to pull the shot off at work he didn't want to know.

Then again, maybe he did, since security cameras clearly weren't a concern in whatever area she was hiding in.

Probably a bathroom. Never mind. Maybe he wasn't interested after all.

He was even more uncomfortable than he'd been when he sat in the SUV to begin with.

you win bones. hurry home

He expected her to gloat about her self-control. To make fun of his inability to control himself when it came to her.

Instead, what he heard was a car pull up next to him in the driveway.

"Apparently, neither of us have very good self-control," she said as they both exited their respective vehicles.

Booth didn't bother with words. He pressed her back against the driver's door, pulling the rubber band from her hair so he could run his hands through it as he kissed her.

"Did Angela really put you up to that?" he asked, pulling back when breathing became difficult.

"She explained it to me," Brennan said. "It really was for my newest book. It was my decision to practice it on you. How did I do?"

Booth pressed his hips into her, making it very clear how she'd done. "I think we should go inside, Bones. And I can give you a clearer demonstration of what you did to me. And maybe we can find a button shirt."

"Or some scarves?" she asked with a suggestive smile.

"I don't think my budget projections are getting done," Booth grumbled as he rushed her into the house.

Booth was wrong about that. They did get done.

Two days later.