He slammed the door shut with her body as he enveloped her smaller one with his. She let out a moan as his lips attacked her neck. She smiled to herself when she realized that she was finally going to get what she wanted for a while now, but was to shy to ask for. She was going to have to thank Morgan for assigning the case to them. Her thank you was erased from her mind when Hotch bucked up against her. She bit her lip, but a small gasp still escaped. Hotch's hands roamed all over her body. His hands cupped her breasts, and realized that the shirt had to go. Now. Hotch grabbed the ends of her shirt and quickly pulled it up over her head. He had no idea how he managed to restrain himself from tearing her shirt off, but he knew he wouldn't be able to explain that to the director when they returned. He stared at the gold bra that encased her large breasts and he groaned. Emily looked over Hotch's shoulder and smiled to herself. She pushed against his chest, and he walked backwards until his legs hit a desk. He looked around and realized that they were in a classroom. Must be a set for a different porn. He looked back at Emily and saw the glint in her eyes. Oh, this was going to be fun, he thought to himself.

Emily walked around Hotch and pushed all of the papers that were on the desk onto the floor then came to stand in front of him again. Hotch watched every little movement she made. She pushed his chest roughly and he lay down on the desk. He was waiting for her to climb up with him, but when he lifted his head, he saw the mischief glint in her eyes, and he felt himself growing even harder. He slid back on the desk more and Emily leaned forward and her face came in contact with his hard cock. Her hand went to the button and zipper, but she ran her hand over the bulge that was begging to be released, and teased him. He left her alone to deal with her problems for the past two days, she wasn't going to let him just get away with it.

Emily's mouth went to the bulge and she breathed on it through his pants. Hotch let out a deep moan at the feeling. He wanted her mouth on him now. She continued to breathe on his little friend and he lifted his head to watch her when her tongue darted out to run along the length of his cock.

"Emily," he growled.

She looked up and arched an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Come on."

She made a face at him. "Do you not like this Hotch?" she asked slowly as she rubbed him and breathed on him all through his pants. He bucked into her hand.

"Please Emily…please." He begged quietly.

Emily smiled. "Well baby, that's all you had to say." She quickly undid his pants and pulled them down before he even realized she unbuttoned them. Her mouth engulfed his steel hard cock before he could take a breath and he gripped the edge of the desk to try to get some control. Her mouth was like heaven, and he couldn't get enough.

"God, Em, that feels so good." His right hand vacated its death grip on the desk and tangled itself in her long brown hair. Emily deep throated him then pulled back and repeated the process. Hotch pulled her hair roughly and the moan that escaped her lips at the feeling made him do it again. She liked it rough, he thought to himself. Remember that for later Aaron, he told himself. Hotch's left hand came up to her hair and he pushed her head down completely on him and he groaned at the sensation. Emily was able to completely take him into her mouth, and he smiled to himself. She was going to kill him. He knew he had to stop her or else he wouldn't be able to give her anything she wanted, so he pulled her hair again, but this time, he pulled her head up towards his mouth. Emily climbed up onto the desk and crawled over his body.

"You're amazing."

"You aren't that bad yourself sir." Emily straddled him as his hands continued to roam over her body, and her hands went to work on undoing his robe. His hands landed on her hips and held her in place as he lifted his up some and rotated them against her hot and wet center. "Jesus Christ Hotch!" Emily moaned.

"I believe you're wearing way too many clothes Prentiss," he growled as he tried to get her skirt off.

"Are you kidding me? I'm barely wearing any clothes," she giggled.

"Too many," he said as he sat up placed kisses in between her two luscious breasts. "But the bra, shoes, and garter belt are going to have to stay," he said in between kisses. "They look amazing on you," he said as he cupped her breasts and she arched into him. His fingers ran over her nipples and he felt them harden even move through the gold bra. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against her. Hotch's hand went underneath her skirt and grabbed onto the thong that was keeping her center away from his aching cock and pulled it off her body quickly with a loud rip.

Emily laughed. "How are you going to explain that one?" she asked.

"I'm sure you'll think of something. I mean after all they were your underwear." He said in a cocky tone.

Emily's mouth opened before Hotch closed it with his finger. "Shut that baby before I put something in it."

"Promise?"

He growled when he realized he couldn't get the skirt off of her. Oh well, he thought it was going to have to stay. Emily lifted herself up a little bit then Hotch grabbed his cock and lined himself up with her entrance and used his free hand to push her down on top of him. Emily let out a deep groan and she started to move against him.

Hotch watched as Emily moved above him like a seductress. All he wanted to do was make her come over and over and over again. But he knew they only had a little bit of time before they had to get back but he was determined to make her come at least once. Emily threw her head back and Hotch watched as her breasts arched forward and her long hair cascaded down her back. She was going a nice pace, but Hotch needed more at the moment. He could fuck her nice and slow later, but right now he wanted it rough. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her slim body. He got off of the desk and he unwrapped Emily's legs from around his waist, and he looked in her eyes.

"Turn around."

Emily said nothing. She obliged and Hotch pushed Emily's back so her chest was grazing the desk. Hotch teased her folds with his dick until she was whimpering before him. Without any warning he plunged into her deep. Emily cried out at the feeling, then pushed back towards him to engulf what was left of him that wasn't in her body yet. They both groaned at the sensation. Hotch pulled out, then pushed all the way back in repeatedly, quickly, which caused Emily to lose her breath. Hotch leaned forward and covered her back with his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back with him as he stood up. He placed one of her knees on the desk and with the sounds she was now making, Hotch knew that it was a good idea and it was causing her more pleasure.

His hand ran up and down her body before he slipped a hand into her bra to play with her hard nipple. She moaned at the sensation and Hotch realized he loved that sound. His free hand slid down her flat stomach and played with her clit. She threw her head back and rested it on Hotch's shoulder. He took advantage of this and started biting and licking her neck and shoulder. Her hand found his that was making itself comfortable down at her clit, and her fingers entwined with his and they worked to make her come together.

Hotch grabbed her hip and held her in place as he continued to pound away inside of her. "Oh my God," she cried.

"Not quite, but I'll settle for that," Hotch panted into her ear. Emily would have laughed but other noises were leaving her and she didn't want to stop them. She could feel herself getting close to the edge. Hotch felt her walls clenching around his dick. The feeling made him extremely close to coming. He pounded inside of her even harder. He released her and she fell back against the desk. Both hands gripped her hips and he pushed her back onto him and he pushed forward at a fast pace.

Emily gripped the edge of the desk as her cries became louder. "Don't stop," she panted. After a few more pumps into her tight channel, Emily saw fireworks behind her eyelids and she moaned his given name. This made Hotch come right then and there. He never knew hearing his name leaving her throat in ecstasy could ever make him come, but it felt good. He spilled his seed inside of her then dropped down to envelope her body again.

"Holy shit…" Emily gasped trying to catch her breath.

"I know. I'm pissed we haven't been doing that since the beginning of this case," Hotch said placing light kisses along her back.

"That was your fault," she said. "You're the one who kept leaving. I was ready to fuck you the first time we practiced," she told him truthfully.

"Well, now you can fuck me whenever you feel like it," he said.

"Don't say that to me," she said with a laugh. "I'll fuck you on a case if you tell me that."

Hotch pulled out of her and stood up and straightened his robe and pants out. Emily turned around to face him and walked closer to him then grabbed his head and kissed him with as much passion and fire as they had on the set. Hotch moaned into her mouth as she fucked his mouth with her tongue.

"Be a good boy sir, and I'll let you fuck me in a bed when we get back home."

Hotch smiled a bright smile. "Best behavior," he said. Emily went over and to her shirt that they threw on the ground and quickly put it back on.

"How am I going to explain my missing underwear Hotch?"

"I don't see why you need them. I mean you're going to be taking them off anyway, so we're just cutting a step. I don't see the problem," he said with a small smirk on his face.

Emily swatted his arm playfully. "How do I look?" she asked as she stood before him in her outfit.

"Extremely fuckable," he moaned as he wrapped his arms around her body and pushed his now hard again length against her.

"Thanks!" She opened the door and grabbed Hotch's hand as she led the way back to the set. Just before they turned the corner Hotch smacked Emily on the ass. Now that he had given into temptation and he knew what she sounded like screaming his name in pleasure, he didn't care about holding back.

The two entered the room and the director ran up to them. "Hey, we've been looking for you. Your boss called and said you two can go back home. The guy we were suspecting moved, and they are on their way to track him down now."

Hotch's smile dropped. "That's it? We're done?" He asked sadly.

"Thanks a lot." Emily said to the director as she grabbed Hotch's hand and dragged him back towards the hallway. She pushed him against the wall and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand traveled down her back and landed on her ass. "Why so sad Hotch?"

"I wanted to do the movie," he replied in a sad voice.

"It's not really a movie Hotch. It's called a porno. And," she leaned up and whispered in his ear, "he didn't say we had to return the outfits, so we can make our own movie if you want." Hotch's eyes shot up and he smiled. "And if you don't want to make a movie, we can still go back to your place and you can fuck me senseless." Her tongue darted out and licked the shell of his ear. "What do you say?"

Hotch didn't need any words. He grabbed Emily's ass and lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and laughed at how eager Hotch was to get her home. Oh yeah, she thought to herself. Morgan was getting a hell of a thank you gift when they got back. He helped her bag her man.

Okay, that's it! Hope you guys liked it…and thank you so very much for everyone who read and reviewed and alerted this story! Ya'll rock!