Wow, thank you so much for each and every review they truly make my day! Decided to take things up a notch, so beware there is some smut in this chapter. I mean how could there not be when these two are together pretending or not. I'm sorry for the long wait but university studies were keeping me tied the last two weeks. My two beta readers tinyPyscho77and abeautifulmessofcontradictions thank you so much for all your effort and input. You guys are so dear to me and make my writing worthwhile. Disclaimer: No I don't own the characters or The Blacklist.

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Two could play this game, she thought to herself as she slipped into the most risqué dress in her closet, and she really did need to give him a little payback for yesterday afternoon. He knew the effect he had on her, that she was sure of. He had teased her and used it to his advantage at the beach. He had left her craving his touch for the rest of the day. She felt wind so tightly she might snap at any moment with just the smallest touch from him.

The intel they gathered placed their suspect at a fancy nightclub on the island; according to the file he conducted a majority of his business there. Their plan was to monitor his movements, learn which associates of his were bigger players than others.

Lizzie couldn't believe that her chance to get back at him would arise so soon and in such a delightful way. Circumstances had played right into her hand.

The club was loud and overpopulated, but that worked in her favor for what she had planned. Music pumped loudly through the speakers and people were jumping and dancing to the beat. Strobe lights and smoke gave the place a frantic, mysterious quality. He led her to the bar with his hand resting on the small of her back;. the flesh of her exposed back burned hotly under his touch. Each time he touched her, her heart skipped a beat and her breathing became shallow. She needed to get a grip on herself; she couldn't let small things like these simple touches get to her this way.

When the bartender asked for their order, she spoke quickly before he could decide for her like he usually did. Tonight she would be in charge and she would show him that.

"I'd like a double vodka passion fruit and soda, please."

He stared at her in complete surprised. "I'll have the best bourbon you have; make it a double as well."

When the bartender turned to make their drinks, Red moved his mouth to her ear. She felt his warm breath against the skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"You, my dear, are full of surprises tonight," he chuckled in her ear, making the ripples of his laugh spread through her body.

"Oh, Mr. Reddington, you haven't seen anything yet." Her voice dropped lower than usual, making it sound husky and seductive with a sexy grin. She trailed her finger over the front of his black dress shirt. He felt firmer than she thought he would. She definitely intended on finding out if that broad chest of his was firm all over.

She turned as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. Lifting her glass to her lips and taking a heavy sip she watched Red out of the corner of her eye. He looked a little bit dumbstruck by her words as he, rather mindlessly, took his drink.

Good, she was already having the effect she wanted. If she could keep him off-balance like this, she was going to get her sweet revenge.

They found an open booth with a view of the VIP area. She couldn't see their target yet among the people there, but it was still early. She took another healthy sip of her drink, letting the alcohol burn down her throat, making her warm inside. Soon, she felt something even hotter when Red placed his hand high on her bare thigh. He smirked at her when she startled underneath his touch.

Damn, she was giving herself away. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her leg, turning her skin to fire underneath his fingertips.

"I didn't think I would like this club...but here, now...with you in this dress, I have to say I'm enjoying it very much." His mouth was at her ear again as he spoke, so that she could hear him over the loud music.

She knew the effect the dress was having on him. She smiled at the memory of the way he had openly ravished her with his eyes when he first saw her in the dress. It was revealing, slutty even and he must have thought that she would never wear it. Maybe it had just been there to irritate her. Maybe it was all part of his game. But, the moment he first laid eyes on her coming from the bedroom in the little black number, the game had changed. This dress was perfect for what she had in mind. The material barely covered the bottom of her ass and left her back totally exposed where the dress dipped low to curve of her backside. The front was even more daring. It was shorter than what would be appropriate for daytime wear, splitting into two straps at the base of her sternum just wide enough to cover each of her breasts and extend over her shoulders. It showed so much skin that she knew he would be unable to resist. Normally, she wouldn't wear anything remotely risky as this, but tonight she felt like she had something to prove and the thought of setting his senses on edge filled her veins with adrenaline, making her dangerous.

His fingers played with the seam of the dress high up on her thigh. He stared at her like he was imagining those legs snugly around his waist while he pounded into her. She felt lightheaded at the way he was looking at her with the combination of his fingers so near where she really wanted him. Her body craved his touch. She willed herself not to move closer to him and his lingering fingers.

She knew what he was trying to do, to take back control, to gain the upper hand again, but she had other plans. She wouldn't let him get the best of her again. Finishing her drink in one gulp she stood up and tugged him towards the bar.

"Two tequilas with lime and salt, please." she ordered.

If he was surprised, he said nothing. He just stood there and stared at her intently as Her tongue darted out slowly, making a show of seductively licking her flesh before she shook salt on her wet skin. He followed her actions and took the shot from her.

She noticed the way his fingers lingered on hers, making the skin he touched tingle. She lifted her own shot and made a toast.

"To the dance"

"What dance?" he asked in confusion, his brow furrowing adorably.

"The one we are about to have," she answered him cheekily. She downed the shot behind her smirk and let the alcohol burn through her, giving her the last bit of courage she needed to go through with her plan.

As soon as he placed his empty shot glass on the bar counter, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. The dance floor was crowded with people jumping, swaying and grinding to the music. She expertly wove her way through the horde carving out room for them near the middle. She could feel him bumping into her as he followed her. She didn't recognize the song that the DJ was playing but she quickly found the rhythm and began swaying her hips in time with the heavy bass. She felt the beat pumping through her veins and she let it take control, her body moving on its own accord, as if she was the puppet and the DJ was her marionettist.

She hadn't let loose like this since university, her life becoming quieter and more tame once she met Tom. No more wild adventures or late night clubbing. She wasn't quite sure, but she wanted to show Red that she was not just some boring FBI agent, she wanted to show him that she could fit into his lifestyle; that she could also be wild and exciting like the droves of women that flocked to him.

She looked at Red, standing before her, a bewildered look painted across his handsome features, and she couldn't help the small thrill that spread through her body For once Red was not going to have command over her, tonight she was going to be the one who was in control; and she was going to toy with him, like he did with her.

"Come on baby, you're going to need to keep up with your young wife." She pressed her body close to his, her slender arms winding around his neck, pulling him down slightly so she could breathe hotly in his ear.

She pulled away from him and watched as his eyes darkened; a predatory grin creeping onto his face. Shit, he knows. . Lizzie took a step back from him, allowing him room to roll up his sleeves and pop the first three buttons of his shirt. Holy hell, looks incredibly hot like that. She trailed her eyes down his body, finally getting a chance to take in everything he had to offer, true she had seen him in countless three piece ensembles, but tonight was different, tonight he was different.

Lizzie felt a surge of arousal course through her system as she unabashedly gaped at him, golden chest hair was visible thanks to the undone buttons, and she felt the urge to run her fingers through it. I bet it's as soft as it looks. A finer layer of hair dusted over his muscular forearms and his biceps strained against the material of his black dress shirt. She was dying to see what he could do with those arms. His black dress pants fit snugly in all the right places and his Italian leather shoes completed the picture of a rich handsome man on a night out in town.

Lizzie was pulled away from her appreciation of Red's body, by his hands grabbing at her hips and hauling her to him making her gasp. His body was hard against her soft curves and she felt like she was burning everywhere they touched.

"Then show me what you've got, babe." his voice was low and full of tease with the emphasis on the nickname.

He was gaining the upper hand and she was not going to let that happen, she would not let him be in control. Irritation flared within her at the smug look on his face. If he thinks he's won this round, he's sorely mistaken; I'm going to wipe that grin right off his face.

Lizzie trailed her hands up his chest, resting them on his shoulders, her hips swaying seductively against his in time with the dirty rhythm. She pressed herself as close to him as she could, leaving virtually no space between their bodies.

He must have thought that she was bluffing because he made a low growling noise that sounded almost primal. It only edged her on further, making her moves even bolder. She swayed and ground her body provocatively against his, making her movements look like something shot in Dirty Dancing. She traced her hands down his back, feeling his strong muscles stretch against the material of his dress shirt. She brought her mouth to his ear.

"You sure you could handle it, Ray?" she purred seductively into his ear.

She felt him take a deep breath, as if to keep himself under control. Like he was a raging lion and someone was dangling his prey right in front of him. She was not going to play fair and go easy on him. He hadn't, why should she?

She slowly licked the shell of his ear and sucked on the soft flesh of his earlobe He tightened the hold on her hips, pulling her further against his hard body. Damn he feels good. She wanted to have every inch of it up and against her. She wanted to get to know every contour. She wanted to trace the lines with her fingers and wet tongue.

She brought her hands to his chest again with her mouth trailing a wet line down his neck. When she finally met his eyes she saw only desire. His pupils were so dilated that the green was almost gone. His look was so possessive she felt shivers of intensity run down her spine. What the two of them were doing now was just a vertical expression of horizontal desire.

Oh, dear God, this woman was driving him crazy with need! In just a moment, the way she was rubbing against him was going to let her feel exactly just how much he wanted her. She was looking at him with those wild eyes, black with lust and desire, while she moved down his body as she tugged another two of his buttons open.

Fuck! Her breasts rubbed all the way down his front until he could feel those two perfect mounds rubbing against his manhood. He was hard as a rock and he knew she could feel it. This was straight out of his wildest fantasies.

He cursed the fact that the material of her dress was still in the way of the parts he wanted to see so desperately. He was dying to have her naked body against him. Her hands moved over his chest, playing with his chest hair as she snaked up his body again, making him growl. If it was even possible, he could swear he became even harder.

Well, if she was going to have her feel, then so was he. He glided his hands up from her hips, over her stomach, up her sides where there was no material to hinder his touch. He moved his fingers up torturously slow to the sides of her deliciously exposed breasts. Damn, she felt good under his fingertips. He wanted to rip away the straps of material covering her, so that he could see all of her.

He wanted to hear her moan again, to elicit that noise from her over and over. He trailed his fingers down her open sides again, watching her intently for the faintest reaction. Her hips were swaying to the dirty rhythm of the song in a way that should surely be illegal. He placed his hand on her hips, he could feel the beat pulsing through her like the blood through his veins. She threw her head back, her long dark curls falling down her back. He itched to stroke his hands through those curls, needing to know if they felt as soft as they looked, shining under the lights of the dance floor.

There was a wicked smile on her lips and he could see that she was enjoying this way too much. This was a side to her he didn't know, but oh, he did like it immensely. Emboldened, he glided his hands from her hips down to her ass, grabbing a cheek in each hand and giving her a firm squeeze, dragging her lower body tightly against his.

He heard her low moan at the same time he felt her grind against his hardness. Fuck, if she kept that up he'd have no choice but to drag her out of here and fuck her until she couldn't stand on those pretty little legs.

"Who said you're allowed to touch?" Her voice came low and hot at his ear.

Just like that, she wasn't up against him anymore. Before he could miss her closeness too much, she turned her back to him, eyeing him saucily over her shoulder.

"But you may look," she giggled and swayed her hips, giving him the sexiest view of her ass.

The little minx was toying with him. He tried to get a better view of what she was offering, but she backed up right into his chest. He growled when ground her hips against his hardness. He wasn't going to be responsible for his actions if she kept on grinding him like that. He was harder than he thought possible and it was downright painful, all because of this goddess in his arms.

He needed to change the game and quick. He grabbed her hips and moved his mouth to her ear.

"Lizzie, you forget I don't need to ask, because you're mine." He growled low into her ear.

He felt her shiver at his words and he latched his mouth onto the exposed skin of her neck, beckoning him like a siren call. He nibbled on her soft skin before biting down just hard enough to make her gasp and sink her fingers deeper into his sides where she was holding onto him behind her. He sucked until he knew that there would be a mark. She would hate him when she saw that in the mirror later on but he didn't care. He wanted the world to see that she was his, but most of all, he wanted her to know it, to feel it, to own it.

He moved his leg between hers so that she could lean on it and grind against it. It made her dress ride higher up and he couldn't help but touch the milky skin of her thigh. He wanted to sneak his hand between her thighs and show her how good he could make it for her. But he didn't want the first time she came in his arms be in a seedy nightclub. No, he would much prefer the privacy of their hotel, where he could do it to her over and over and over again.

It didn't matter how hard he tried not to, he simply couldn't resist the need to touch her. He spanned his big hands across her stomach, making her move further back into him, leaving not even a breath of space between their bodies. Risking, even more, he moved one hand up her stomach to her breast. She fit perfectly into his hand and he squeezed , feeling, rather than hearing, her moan against him.

This was getting far out of control and he needed to put a stop to it before he dragged her to the nearest bathroom stall. He needed to escape without her thinking he was backing out of this challenge His eyes roamed the room searching for their target with no luck. Just as he was about to give up and give himself over to the feeling of her in his arms he saw their man entering the VIP area.

"Lizzie, I've got eyes on him." His deep voice cut through the pounding music.

She must have forgotten why they were there because she turned to look at him with a mixture of confusion and surprise written all over her face. The desire was still evident in her eyes and her mouth was slightly open, making her lips even look more kissable than usual.

Raymond cursed himself; he needed to regain his composure and get them to a place where they could observe the subject with a clear view. He dragged her off the dance floor to a booth with just such a view.

The night had been a success in more than one way, Lizzie thought. They got to observe one of the partners involved with their suspect's business and she got to tease Raymond. Wait, what? When had he become Raymond and not Red? This undercover mission was getting to her in more ways than one. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game here. Trying to get the best of Raymond while putting her heart at stake was probably not the safest bet. Well, technically, she had already lost her heart to him a while ago, but now she was giving him the opportunity to break it. She needed to decide if it was worth it. With Raymond, it simply didn't feel like she had a choice in the matter; her heart decided to go all-in the moment she first felt his lips on hers and there was nothing she could do about it. It was certainly too late now to change her game; he would think that she was childish or … what would he think? She decided not to dwell on it any further and get ready for bed while he was still in the living room nursing a scotch.

Lizzie was standing in front of the bathroom mirror when she noticed it. The small little red mark on her neck. Damn, that must have been when he was driving her crazy on the dance floor. Lizzie felt hotness pool low in her stomach as arousal flared through her veins as she remembered his possessive words earlier: You're mine. She wanted to be possessed by him She could feel his mouth hot and wet on her carotid artery as if he was standing there right behind her when she traced her fingertips over the mark.

He had made good on his words and, strangely, she wasn't as mad as she thought she would be, or should be. Instead, it made her feel aroused. She liked this side of him, the dominant man who stakes his claim and takes what is his. It made her feel hot It made her feel like she was his...

Reddington paced up and down the living room. His hands were sweaty and he was just a mess, a hot mess and all because of that tease of a woman in the next room. He felt arousal stir his groin, a sensation that had never quite calmed down after their little 'dance'. His body was still on fire and his mind was filled with dirty fantasies. She did it. She drove him crazy. He couldn't even believe that she wasn't moaning underneath his body now, all sweaty and tangled limbs. It took all that he had not to barge through those doors, pin her to the nearest surface, and fuck her senseless.

He walked to the bar and poured himself a stiff drink. He needed it, he needed it to calm him down before he did something that she wasn't not ready for, although her body had most definitely felt ready against him earlier tonight. He tried to think about anything but her exotically swaying her hips in front of him as he gulped down the entire contents of the glass.

Technically, he had himself to blame. After the beach, he could see that something had changed and the moment she had ordered them shots with that challenge in her eyes he had known that she felt it, too. That was what this was, this thing they had going at the moment: a challenge, a game. It was a dangerous one and the stakes were high. She'd won this round without a doubt, but he wished she could see that the game wasn't necessary. She'd already won. He was never in the game to begin with; she'd won before it even started. She'd won his heart a long time ago. He was in love with her and not the pretend kind.