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Chapter 7

Jane lifted Lisbon, holding her flush against his waist. He bore her around and back, depositing her on the bed, then stood over her and stared. After a few seconds, Lisbon began to get nervous. She squirmed and stretched her hand out, reaching for the sheet to cover up.

"Don't." The single word stopped her in mid-reach.

"You're making me nervous, Patrick. Say something. Do something. Don't just stand there."

"Sorry, love. I can't help it. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined getting this chance, let alone it looking this beautiful. Call it enjoying the view."

Lisbon laughed. "I thought we were doing wham-bam, not stop-and-stare."

"I suppose I could have just backed you up against the wall. Shall we try that?" Jane extended a hand.

Lisbon shook her head. "Maybe next time."

"Next time? Anticipating already?"

"Mmm. If you think once is going to scratch this itch, you're crazy. I've been fantasizing about this for years and once won't even begin to touch on what I've got planned."

Jane moved to Lisbon's side, following her as she altered her position to stretch the length of the bed. "Is that so? Do tell."

"Maybe later." Lisbon trailed a finger over the planes of Jane's chest, down to where his abs narrowed into his groin. "Right now, I want this." She ran the finger over Jane's erection, causing it to twitch. Jane groaned and closed his eyes.

"Witch. How am I ever going to keep my hands off you at work now?" He pulled her under him by grasping her hips and sliding her across the sheets. Lisbon regarded him with dilated eyes as he leaned to kiss her, her lids fluttering shut as their lips met. Jane's tongue stroked the seam of her mouth until she opened for him, the slid inside to tangle with her own. Lisbon wrapped her arms around his neck. At length, Jane broke the kiss, resting his forehead on Lisbon's.

"You're sure?"

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life." Lisbon parted her legs, sliding her knees up to frame Jane's torso. Jane pushed back to study the only part of her he hadn't yet seen up close. Bared to his gaze, open and glistening pink. Jane brushed over her center lightly, trailing over the dark curls on her mons and dipping into the folds. Lisbon's eyes rolled back in her head. Jane's fingers explored further, one digit stretching inside, probing the tight channel, followed by a second digit. He withdrew briefly, then repeated the action. A sound very much like a growl emanated from the head of the bed.

"You OK?" Lisbon's head popped up, eyes glazed, face flushed.

"You're killing me."

"Oh, good. I thought it might be serious." Jane grinned at the indignant expression she gave him. "I'm enjoying this." He rotated the fingers and reveled in the sight of her head falling back, arms limp at her sides.

"You're so wet." Lisbon felt the fingers vanish and anticipated their return, only to feel Jane lifting her legs, propping her calves on his forearms, sliding until he was under her thighs. The next sensation was of something very large probing where the fingers had recently been. Her eyes flew open.

Jane was braced, the strain of his control evident in the cords of his neck and the look of utter concentration on his beautiful face. Lisbon felt him advance inside her, the wet slide of her arousal aiding his movement. She stretched around him, feeling herself being filled fuller than she could ever recall. A fine sheen of sweat shone on Jane's forehead, his eyes tightly shut. Lisbon placed a hand on his upper arm. His eyes opened, their gazes locked.

"Let go, Patrick. Give it to me. You're not going to hurt me." Jane released a breath and plunged in to the hilt. Lisbon's eyes widened and the sensation.

"Oh, God…" Jane watched her back arch and felt her walls spasm around him. He pushed her legs apart further, retreated and surged forward again. Lisbon groaned, a sound so deep it didn't sound human. Jane released her thighs, feeling a measure of gratification as she wrapped both legs around his hips, twining her arms around and scoring his back with her nails.

It was over almost before it began, both of them so highly strung that the slightest provocation was all it took. Jane hammered into Lisbon, jarring the bed so that the headboard rattled against the wall. Lisbon's control shattered, a keening wail coming from deep inside as she shattered, her internal muscles squeezing Jane's cock so hard that he saw stars. Holding her steady for his final thrusts, Jane dug his fingers into Lisbon's hips and buried himself as deeply as he could, the force and volume of his eruption so great that seed overflowed her core and spread along their thighs, her ass, and a fair portion of the sheet under them.

Jane held her tightly, panting as the final aftershocks abated. Finally, he raised his head to find her staring back at him, also breathless.

"Damn." Lisbon shoved her hair out of her face, then crooked her finger at him. "C'mere."

Jane slowly lowered himself down on top of her, kissing her gently. He felt her smile under his kiss, then open for him to tangle his tongue with hers. As the kiss broke, she lifted her hand to cup his cheek. "That. Was. Amazing. I always imagined it would be good, but that..Holy Mother."

Jane grinned back at her. "Well, thank you very much." He moved slowly, easing himself out of Lisbon, leaving her feeling slightly bereft. "You all right? I wasn't too rough? Jane's expression turned concerned as Lisbon sat up with a wince. She laughed.

"I'm fine, Patrick."

"Are you sure? I hurt you, didn't I?" Lisbon grasped his arms and stopped him.

"I promise, I'm fine." Lisbon saw he wasn't buying it. "You…I, hell. I got off so hard it made me cramp, OK. You're that damn good. Now stop worrying…" She watched his expression change. "And wipe that self-satisfied smirk off your face!" She moved towards the edge of the bed and climbed off, heading for the bathroom.

Jane watched the sway of her heart-shaped ass with admiration. "Where are you going?"

"To take a bath. I'm a mess." Lisbon looked over her shoulder coyly. "Want to help me with a few hard-to-reach places?"

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"So, now what?" Lisbon lay back against Jane's chest as they soaked in her tub.

"Now what, what?" Jane's hands stroked her breasts and belly under the water, causing and continuous stream of tingles that raised gooseflesh along her arms.

"What happens now?" Lisbon ran her palms down his thighs. "Do we just carry on like nothing has changed?"

"To a degree, at work, yes. For now, anyway. When we're not at work, all bets are off."

"You know you're welcome here anytime."

"I know. And I intend to take full advantage of your hospitality." Jane palmed her breasts, then gently tweaked her nipples. "No one ever comes to my room at CBI. I scared them all off. No one will be the wiser. And an added benefit to that…no one will know if you're there."

Lisbon stopped in mid-stroke, turning her head to look him in the eye. "We are not having sex at work! Are we?"

Jane's eyes twinkled. "I intend to have you as many ways and in as many places as humanly possible. I'm making up for lost time, Teresa. The risk will make it that much more intense."

"I'm not sure how much more intensity I can take." Lisbon chuckled.

"I'll make it worth your while." Jane's hands slipped lower, stroking her folds again, slick even under the water. Lisbon groaned in mid-laugh. "Turn around." He boosted her up, perching her on the edge of the tub deck. Lisbon leaned back against the wall as he used both hands on her, parting her to his gaze and studying her intently. Warm breath fanned her inner thighs, followed by the wet heat of his tongue as he drew it up the length of her core. Her breath hissed out as her head fell back. Jane continued his assault on her, making love to her with his tongue, licking her folds and suckling her clit in turns until she was dripping with arousal and writhing against him.

"You close?" She nodded. "Here or in bed?"

"Here." She gestured to the towels on the bathroom floor. Jane helped her climb out of the tub, then followed. She lay back, opening her legs and holding her arms out in silent invitation. Jane knelt between her spread thighs, then leaned over her, bracing himself on his arms. He jerked in surprise as a tiny hand slipped between them, wrapping around his erection and positioning him at her opening. Lisbon rolled her hips, affording him all the access he needed to bury himself until his balls slapped against her ass. He hammered her with short, sharp thrusts until her gasp and the spasming of her walls told him she had gotten hers. Jane gave one last thrust and filled her again with his semen, the force and volume not much diminished from the initial bout. Lisbon's sex continued to pulse around him as she slowly relaxed and went limp under him.

Jane waited a beat, then pulled away, wetting a washcloth in the now-tepid bathwater and gently cleaning the traces of their lovemaking from Lisbon's thighs and from the lips of her sex. He then repeated the procedure on himself, offering her his hand afterward.

"Can you stand?"

"I think I could fly if you asked me to." Lisbon stood, a gush of Jane's seed pouring out of her to run lazily down her thighs. She watched mutely as Jane tended to her again with the cloth. "You don't have to, you know. I like having part of you inside me."

Jane picked her up, cradling her against his chest. "Until you tell me to stop, I'm taking care of you, bar nothing. You may as well get used to it." He placed her on the bed, careful to avoid the wet spot from their earlier encounter, then crawled in behind her and pulled the sheet over them. Lisbon's eyes were heavy as she rolled to face him, draping an arm and leg over him and pulling him close.

"I'll get used to it, I'm sure. I'll make dinner when we wake up?" He nodded.

"Sleep, my love." He kissed her forehead as she drifted off, then closed his eyes, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

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