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Chapter 4
"Sweetie, you did great."
Brennan heard Angela's voice as she walked through her office door. She really did not feel like she had done great. All she could think about was throwing herself at Booth's feet and begging him to give her another mind-blowing orgasm.
"Ange, I can't do this."
"Yes you can, Bren. Doesn't it feel great to be looked at like you're the most beautiful woman in the world? You are beautiful, sweetie. Booth knows that, but honestly I don't think you do. You really need to experience what it feels like to have someone grovel at your feet. Have fun with it. He doesn't realize that you knew it was him last night. Let him think that you are different, a femme fatale. Make him sweat, and believe me, when things finally happen it will be way better than the club was."
Brennan felt her heart leap at those words. How could it get much better than what they had shared in that dark hallway? She knew right then, that she wanted to make Booth sweat. She wanted to feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world and she wanted it to be Booth that made her feel that way.
"OK, Angela, but you have to help me."
"Oh sweetie, Booth will never know what hit him."
"I don't know what that means."
"Trust me, Bren, you're going to find out."
Brennan thought about the instructions Angela had given her, all the way to the Hoover Building. She had the file for their new case, under her arm, as she headed towards the elevator. Her face was set as she tried not to notice the stares again. Stepping into the elevator, thankfully, she was alone. The shiny brass doors slid closed and she caught her reflection. She really did look great. Deciding to just go for it, she released another button on her blouse and really liked what she saw. Hopefully Booth would to.
Booth sat at his desk and pondered everything that was going on. He still could not believe what had happened last night. He knew Bones would be a very responsive lover, but that did not even hold a candle to what she really was. Then Hodgins told him that she had a whole new look and the attitude to match, but when he finally got to see the whole package, he almost combusted. And now, that package was walking towards his office and leaving a trail of gaping mouthed men in her wake.
Brennan took a deep breath and tapped on Booth's door. She remembered that wasn't the attitude Angela told her to have and she walked through the door, closing it behind her. She walked over to the big window and closed his blinds. Making her way around the room she made sure all the blinds were closed very tightly. This time she did not want an audience for what she had planned.
"Bones, what brings you here?"
Booth could not believe that he sounded so normal because that was the last thing he felt. He could barely think straight with her looking like that and why was she closing the blinds? Did she just lock the door? He looked up to find her leaning over his desk with her palms apart and her eyes staring into his. He tried to remember not to drool when he saw the abundant amount of cleavage showing.
"Booth I apologize for the way I acted earlier. And I also apologize for not meeting you at the reflecting pool. I have decided that things need to be different in my life. I have changed my attitude and I certainly don't want to hold anything back."
Booth had no clue where her conversation was heading. Of course, he was having a hard time concentrating with all that creamy flesh showing. The woman sure knew how to fill out a tight shirt and skirt. He did like this new side of Bones, where he could stare at her and not get chastised. He had to remind himself to meet her gaze instead of his eyes being plastered to her chest. Too late, she caught him staring.
She watched as Booth tried to pry his eyes from the cleavage she had worked hard on getting just right. So, was that one of Booth's weaknesses? Was he a breast man? She knew what she wanted to do next. Glancing at the blinds, one more time, she started to walk towards his desk. She did find out last night, that she may have a streak for voyeurism, but right now she wanted to keep it between the two of them.
Booth watched as Bones walked towards him. He didn't know what she had planned, but he knew he was all for it. Instead of stopping in front of or beside his desk, she walked behind him and stood behind his chair. What was she up to? That was the last thought he had before he felt her small hands rub over his shoulders.
Brennan knew she could have been crossing the line, especially here at his job, but he never asked her to stop. She felt his intake of breath as she touched his shoulders. She wanted to feel his skin but waited to see how this would turn out before she pushed him further.
"Booth, you seem tense. Is there something I can do for you?"
Booth wanted to laugh. Was she serious? Of course there was something she could do for him. She could strip down and sit on his lap or any other place.
"What did you have in mind, Bones?"
Brennan stood for a second, thinking about what she wanted to say. Then she decided to not say anything and just show him. She ran her hands around to the front of his shirt and loosened his tie. Pulling his tie over his head, she decided to just go for it. She had unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt, before she knew it. She also realized Booth's head was cushioned on her breasts. And so did he, judging by the noise he made in his throat. She rubbed a few more circles on his shoulders and ran both hands around to his chest.
"Booth, I think it would be safe to say that you enjoy this type of thing. Is that correct?"
He could not answer her. He could not even form his thoughts. His head was pillowed on her full breasts and he wanted to turn around and bury his face in them. He really did like this new side of her. The old Bones never would have come to his office and done this. He could not help the involuntary movements of his hips or the moan that was working its way to the surface.
Brennan felt herself growing very aroused. She remembered Angela's words about staying in control, but didn't know that she could continue on this path. She ran her hands inside his shirt until she met his waistband. Changing direction, she pulled her hands out of his shirt and released his Cocky belt buckle. She worked his shirttail out of his pants and realized her position had her breasts surrounding the back of his neck. She also felt him pushing his head harder into her breasts and she was taken off guard at the level of her arousal. She didn't know if she could finish her plan.
Booth felt her sharp inhalation and smiled. He knew she wasn't as unaffected as she pretended to be and he loved it. He was going to push her a little bit more and see what happened.
Brennan knew she had to refocus. She unbuttoned his shirt, starting at the bottom, and pulled it off completely. He had gone without his undershirt today and she was greeted with his solid chest. Starting at his wrists, she ran her hands all the way up his arms. Not her best move because she could barely breathe. Barely holding herself together, she splayed her hands across his pecs and squeezed. She knew she could not hold back the whimper when Booth pushed his head into her breasts again.
Booth was more turned on with her reaction than anything. Why was she trying to act like this wasn't getting to her? It sure as hell was getting to him. He wanted her to lose control even if she was supposed to be making him lose control. He pushed his head back and turned his face to the side. He could feel her heart pounding and her chest heaving. He knew she was close.
Brennan knew she was going to lose control. She had tried to keep Angela's words in the back of her mind but Booth really knew how to push her buttons and all he was using was his head. Her heart was beating out of control and she needed to have an orgasm. Trying one more time to distract him, she ran her hands all the way down his chest and scraped her nails down his six-pack. She loved his body and couldn't wait until they both were naked, stretched out on her bed. Flipping his button open, she pulled his zipper all the way down and cupped him through his boxers. He was just as aroused as she was.
Booth knew if he wanted her to have an orgasm before him, he would have to step it up. He was sidetracked as she ran her hand under the waistband of his boxers, but with her in that position he could do what he was planning. He grabbed her hands and held her bent over him. He turned his face to the side and rubbed his cheek against her breast and then turned his cheek to the other side rubbing against her other breast. He felt her nipples tighten and smiled. He turned his head as far as he could and blew a stream of warm air across her nipple.
Brennan found out she liked bondage as well as voyeurism. The way Booth was holding her hands, made her think of being tied down and she liked it. She felt his warm breath blow across her nipple and she was thankful he was holding onto her or she probably would have melted in a puddle on the floor. She knew she could not take much more.
Booth felt her tighten her arms and knew she was so close, yet she was still holding back. He wanted her out of control and she was almost there. He rubbed his cheek across her nipple and turned where he could reach with his tongue. He swiped his tongue across her once and he felt her arms start to tremble. He rotated in his chair so his body was turned sideways and he could reach her better. He let go of her arms at the same time he opened his mouth over her nipple. He grabbed her hip with one hand and her hand with the other, but never broke contact with her breast.
She was long gone. Booth was everywhere or at least it felt that way. She could not hold it together any longer. Forgetting what Angela had told her, she let go.
Booth felt her orgasm starting and he held on. He decided at the last minute to release her breast and claim her mouth. He swallowed the scream that ripped from her throat and lost control himself. He loved it, but the next time they had orgasms he wanted them to be laying down in a bed.
Brennan waited to come down from the high. So much for being the dominatrix and staying in control.
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