Author's Note: I just wanted to say that there is no way I could have ever written this story without reading "the Rake's Revenge", by Gail Ranstrom. It's an awesome book, and it was my inspiration. Read on and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own a whole lot of...nothing.


They were barely able to make it through the door of his apartment. He pulled her against him, smiling when she lifted her arms to fit around his neck. Unutterably sweet, her lips softened and parted to accept him. Her hear, her scent, and her taste combined to bring his senses to the boiling point. "Emily, you're driving me insane," he said huskily.

"Look who's talking," she answered. "The only thing you did to me last time was leave me wanting more," she confessed.

"Have a care or you'll get it." Dear Lord, what had he done to deserve this tempting wanton? There was not even a trace of doubt in him mind that she was a femme fatale; an alluring and seductive woman whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire.

"I was beginning to wonder what it would take."

That breathless challenge was enough to fuel his desire. Pressing his mouth to hers yet again, he swept her up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, kicking the door shut in the process. Laying her down gently on his large bed, he set to work undressing her. However, her dress was proving to be somewhat difficult; the zipper kept getting stuck.

Emily quickly undid it. "Sorry…" she murmured. "I wasn't planning on dressing for seduction."

He chuckled at her blatant lie. "But yet, you did."

She seized the moment and pushed his shirt and jacket off his shoulders in one sweep, her fingers skimming lightly over his skin. He shivered in the cool air, feeling slightly vulnerable with his barely visible scars exposed to her. "Do they still hurt?" she asked faintly.

He shook his head. "Only in my mind."

She traced them with her fingers. "They have a terrible beauty," she mused. "Like you, Aaron Hotchner. They define you. Strong…courageous…enduring." She placed a line of kisses down the worst of the striations, causing him to gasp before twining his fingers through her hair and cupping the back of her head, holding her to him like a lifeline. Need rose in him, white-hot and urgent. With a moan, he lifted her head from his chest and veered her mouth with a bruising kiss. She seemed to understand his need and met his intensity with her own. He hurriedly got rid of her lacy bra, freeing her breasts. Her enticing scent wafted up to him from the heat of her flesh, filling his senses with the awareness of her - as if he needed a reminder that Emily's body was next to his, soft and yielding. Waiting. Urging. Aaron took one firm, rose-tinted tip into his mouth and nibbled with gentle insistence. She cried out, dropping her head back onto the pillows in delight and pulling him down with one hand to draw him closer.

"Please," she sighed.

He gladly obliged, pressing her into the mattress and cherishing her other breast until both were puckered and hard with arousal. She was beginning to write with pleasure, and he knew that it wouldn't be long until she would be weeping with the need of him. He wanted that. He wanted Emily crying his name, begging him to take her, gasping with her orgasm, and still aching to have him inside her. Finally, he thrust into her, his cock stretching and filling her tight pussy. When he began moving, the friction was amazingly blissful; like electricity coursing through her veins. She arched closer to him, wanting to take him deeper.

"Oh, God…Emily…you feel too good," Hotch moaned.

"Hmm…Aaron…faster, please…"

Who was he to deny her request? Of course, he willingly obeyed, picking up speed and causing Emily to moan louder. "Let it take you over," he said, as he felt her muscles clenching around his manhood, knowing that she was so close. "Let it flood your senses."

Seconds later, in a burst of heat, light, and color, long waves of ecstasy washed over her, spreading outward in ever expanding ripples.

She had arrived.

~.~.~

Aaron Hotchner woke up early the next morning, surprised to find a warm, naked body lying next to him.

"So, it hadn't been a dream?" he thought, gazing at the dark haired, sleeping temptress.

He glanced around the room, smiling at what he saw. Emily's dress was lying on the floor in a pool of red silk, her stilettos nearby. Various clothing items pertaining to his tuxedo were scattered everywhere. His boxers were thrown somewhere in the room, and her bra and panties were there, too, resting on an adjacent chair.

She had been his undoing. She had been the devil, leaving him with not a single ounce of self-control, and he had loved every second of it. He still wanted her.

He couldn't get enough of her.

"Was this love?" he thought vaguely. He'd had feelings for her for years. The woman could render him both speechless and breathless with just one smile. She had no idea of her power over him, and thank God for that.

Aaron pressed kisses to her bare shoulders, eventually trailing onto her neck. Emily stirred, stretching slightly, roused from sleep by his gentle ministrations. She brushed tangled, chocolate brown curls out of her eyes. Her impossibly long lashes fluttered, then opened, the sensual lethargy still shimmering in her eyes. She smiled up at him.

"Aaron…?" she asked, picking her head up from its comfortable position on his chest and looking at him sleepily.

He kissed her nose, grinning at the girlish giggle that followed. "Emily," he greeted softly. "Good morning."

"Hmm…good morning." She stretched again, letting out a quiet moan.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"Nothing really. All of my muscles are sore," she said nonchalantly.

He smiled slyly. "Well, I guess it's a good thing that we don't really have anywhere to go today, so you won't have to do that much walking." He moved just a bit and winced at the sudden ache. "Now that you mention it, my muscles are pretty stiff, too."

A grin threatened to stretch across her perfect lips. "Looks like someone could use a massage."

"I like the way you think."

She chuckled and moved to straddle his waist as he turned to lay on his stomach. As she began to skillfully knead his shoulders, all he could notice were her hard, peaked nipples pressing into his back. She slowly and languorously peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses over the contours of his extremely fit body.

"That's not much of a massage," he criticized teasingly. "It's way too distracting, and even more tempting."

She smiled saucily. "I know. It's not. It's just another way for me to seduce you," she admitted bluntly.

Turning so their bodies were perfectly aligned, chest to chest, hips to hips, waist to waist, he challenged, "Well then, by all means. Bring it on."

"Oh, I will," she promised, leaning forward to lick the outline of his lips agonizingly slowly. "You know I will."


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