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Penelope let Luke take her hand, guiding her to their room for the exchange. She vaguely acknowledged the other man in the room, who was explaining the rules about there being no unsolicited touching and that they should come to an agreement about what the expectations were before proceeding. She nodded, without making eye contact, finding it embarrassing even if she was supposed to be someone else. After the security guy finished, he shut the door behind him, Penelope breathed a sigh of relief. She sat on one of the love seats in the small room.

Luke walked over to the speakers, putting on a hip-hop song with a sensual beat. She'd watched him saunter to her slowly. He took the drink from her hands, bringing it up to his nose to sniff it. "Rum?"

"Not mine." She was trying to drag her eyes away from him but was failing miserably.

"I tasted some on your finger earlier." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"The drink was bought for me. I had no choice." She threw his t-shirt at him.

He nodded, catching the shirt, setting the drink down on the small table, and dropping the shirt next to it. He took a seat on the loveseat as well. "So what's your fancy, Elsa?" She raised an eyebrow at him, indicating she was unamused. He chuckled. "Okay, okay. Just give me what you got." He leered at her.

"It's going to take me a minute to get it all out." She stared down at her chest trying to decide what the best choice of action was.

His eyes widened. "I should've figured." He was openly admiring her cleavage, so painstakingly pushed up perfectly.

She started to pull at the top of it, but his hand darted out to stop her. "Wait," he commanded. He stood up, taking the open jacket off his shoulders and flinging it to the table as well, leaving him bare chested once again.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

"Has to look authentic when they come to do the five minute check."

"Five minute check?"

"Weren't you listening to the rules? They come back in five minutes to make sure everything is okay."

"Every five minutes?" she asked incredulously.

"No, silly. Just the first five, so they can check with us, get a gauge for time, and we can signal if we want an interruption."

"Oh, gotcha."

"So first we make sure it looks like we want to have a blast, and we're gonna need some privacy." He unbuttoned his white pants, and she noted his skin appeared very lickable. The brightness of the cloth so easily contrasted with the natural tone of his skin. She didn't mean to follow his fingers as they moved, but she was hypnotized by them, seeing the fabric of his underwear exposed since he now had the pants open and hanging on his hips. He noticed her staring and smirked at her blatant appraisal. He wanted to call her on it, but he'd rather keep her in the moment in hopes that she might be curious to know more.

He checked the timer in the corner, seeing they were at the four minute mark. He moved to the couch, sliding up beside her and pulling her leg to him. "Wha-what are you-"

"Believability, remember? You've gotta act like you want to get in my pants, and I've gotta look like I'm contemplating letting you. Okay?" He tipped his head asking for permission.

She nodded her assent. She could've sworn she saw his eyes darken, but she was distracted by her leg being pulled over his lap and his hand settling on her outer thigh. His other arm laying across the back of the couch. He glanced at the timer in the corner again. The boys were always good about time. He leaned into her face. "If I'm going to dismiss him, we've got to look like we're really into each other."

She had stiffened at the contact of his body, unable to relax and not trusting her throat to let words out.

His eyes roamed her face. He'd never been this close to her before. Their lips only inches apart, he could smell her now, a mix of strawberry, a hint of her normal perfume, and a smidge of rum. A thought ran through his head that, if she were a drink, he'd have already been an alcoholic. His eyes came to her lips where there was only a hint of pink left, part of him was telling himself that he didn't actually have to kiss her to make security believe anything, but he promptly pushed that logic away. He closed the inches in between them, letting his lips land on hers. He let out a soft moan, something he thought about apologizing for immediately, until he heard her answering moan coming back to him. He quickly escalated the kiss, pulling her, so she was almost fully in his lap, but her butt was still touching the couch. He'd forgotten momentarily where he was and that what was happening wasn't real because it felt very real to him since he'd thought of it often.

Finally the voice that he'd vaguely heard in the background pierced through the haze of lust. He turned his head. "Uh, yeah, sorry, Ricardo. We're good. For the night. See you at mine later." He nodded to the smirking man, watching the door close and listening for the telling sound of the lock clicking. He turned back to Penelope, not wanting to move too much and awaiting her reaction. She was staring straight down into her lap, eyes wide, saying nothing. He stayed still, although he wanted to reach in to kiss her again, but he was unsure what was going through her mind. She at least had to forgive him for kissing her. They were on the job after all.

She seemed to regain some clarity, finally glancing up to his face and registering her hand was still on his chest, even though she had no idea when or how it got there. She pulled it back as if she'd just burned herself on a cookie tray. "Uh, okay, so I can get this stuff out now. Uh, how much time do we have?" She swung her legs off of his lap as she stood up to get the various small cameras and cords from their storage place.

He let out a tiny sigh, touching his lips, knowing what it was like to kiss her finally. "We've got quite a bit of time, at least an hour before the main security comes to break up the party," he informed her, as he was sitting on the edge of the love seat, watching her twist and turn in her dress. "You need some help with that?" he asked as she continued to maneuver around.

"Uh, no, no. I can get it, and, if I can't, at least we've got some time for me to try." He laughed at her as she tried to reach behind herself to undo the clasp to let the dress open a smidge, enough for her to disengage the equipment. "Of course you're enjoying this! Ugh!" She slammed her arms down to her sides, closing her eyes. She was already feeling hot from the entire night. Luke finally kissing her and finding his lips to taste better than she thought they would. It was all too much. It made her feel like she was going to burst into flames. She suddenly felt like she'd really like to finish the rest of that drink sitting there. But she had broken the rules by having one alcoholic beverage already. She stomped to the table, sticking her hand in the glass and pulling out two ice cubes, one sliding in her mouth and the other in her hand, running it up her forearm relaxing as soon as the chill hit her.

Luke's eyes narrowed in on the skin that was now wet, the trail of it from her hand all the way up to the short sleeve of the dress she was wearing. "What are you doing?" He couldn't peel his eyes away from the drops of water now sliding off of her skin.

"I'm trying to cool off. This club is so hot, and this room is so hot, and - and - and I can't even drink, and then I'm basically going to have to do a full body workout just to get this stuff out of where it's packed in." She lifted the hem of her dress, which was already shorter than her work dresses, high above her knee. She didn't have to pull it too much, the high slits making it simpler to access. She grabbed the gun out of the holster and set it on the table, exasperated. The coolness she'd just achieved now gone again.

"You're carrying a gun?" His eyes flickered to the weapon but had run immediately back to where her fingers were touching the thigh strap she'd just pulled it from. He imagined if she'd only pull her dress up a few more inches he would have a clear view of her-

"Earth to Hot Pants!" she snapped at him. She was annoyed at him, not because he was ogling her, but because she couldn't do anything about it.

His eyes snapped up to her face. "Sorry, sorry." He shook his head. "What do you need me to do?" He rose from his spot on the loveseat and made his way towards her.

"Don't you have a shirt?" she sighed as she closed her eyes again.

"I do, and thanks for bringing it back to me, but, as you said, it's kind of hot in here, and it should still be believable if someone does come to check on us." The button on his pants was still open. She saw that they were hanging even lower on his hips. She wasn't sure if this was her dream or her nightmare.

"Okay, fine, whatever. Just undo the clasp okay? It's really tough, and you might have to redo it with the safety pin." She turned her back to him and tipped her head down so he could better access it.

He closed the few steps towards her, stilling himself so he could remember to maintain his composure before he put his hands on her skin. He tried to get the clasp undone, but she wasn't joking. It was small and, with the dress being so tight, it was hard to undo. "How did you get this on?" he asked as he concentrated on the task.

"I had to hold my boobs in as JJ clipped it. Believe me, it was not easy."

"You're going to have to do that again, or should I just undo the zipper? Will that give it enough leeway to open?" he asked.

"Uh..." She didn't know. It might work, but it would be awkward getting the small mics and thumb cameras out while the dress was still clasped at the neck. "Yeah, do that, and then maybe you can just break the clasp, and redo it with the pin when we're done." She wouldn't mind the air hitting her skin right now anyway.

He cleared his throat before grabbing the zipper and slowly bringing it down to her mid back, just past the lace bra she was wearing. He took a deep breath, watching the back of her head, attempting to control whatever thoughts he'd normally welcome when he was on his own. He pulled the bit of fabric at the top, and the small clasp ripped, letting the dress fall down enough so it wasn't hugging her chest tightly anymore. "Uh," he cleared his throat again, averting his eyes to fixate on the corner ceiling. "There ya go."

As soon as she felt the release of it, she immediately started pulling the small cameras out of the left side of her bra. She whirled around, handing him the small things. His palm automatically came up to wait for the objects. "I don't know why we needed this many. Seems slightly excessive, but Em said just in case you have more rooms or offices or whatever." Her hand switched to the other side, pulling out a couple of small wires for the listening devices and dropping them one by one into his hand.

At first, he'd tried to keep his eyes on his palm, but, as she continued, his sight slipped to where her hands were, mesmerized by the movement and by all the flesh that he was now seeing as she dug into her bra. "Yeah," he answered without thought.

She was done. All of the stuff was out, and she was pushing her boobs back into place and using her hand to readjust them so she felt like they were both pointing the same way. She did a little shimmy to adjust the strap. She noticed his eyes had not left her chest. She glanced down. She knew they were bouncing, and she knew that her low cut bra left little to the imagination, or, if his lear was any indication, it let his imagination run amuck. She wanted to admonish him or even joke, but the lust she saw on his face just made her wet instead. She liked that she had made him stare, turning him on was a turn on for her. He might not like her the way she liked him, but he might still find her attractive, and that thought was fascinating. Maybe she could at least enjoy Miami like JJ told her to. "Can you help me here? I need to get..." She shyly looked at him, "Situated, before you zip me back up."

He finally came out of his trance. "Uh yes, yeah, erm," he cleared his throat, setting the equipment down on the table where she'd put the gun. "One sec, I'm not thinking." He grabbed his long abandoned shirt and put it over the table. If anyone were to walk in, the facade would be up if they saw a gun and surveillance equipment. He turned back to her, seeing her face for the first time in a few minutes he guessed. "What do you need me to do?"

She smiled innocently at him. "Can you hold the front part of the dress up while I - while I-" She put her hands over her bra, gesturing that she needed to put it back in place.

"Right, uh right." He cautiously moved his hands up and almost gripped the dress, but he curled his fingers slightly before taking a breath and grasping the fabric she was holding onto, leaving his hesitation behind. She let her grip go. As she did, their fingers brushed, and she smiled coquettishly.

He narrowed his eyes at her as she did so, not sure if she was embarrassed by the events or enjoying them immensely. He could only answer for himself. "This is one of the best nights I've ever had at work." He shyly smiled at her.

She was attempting to fix her bra or, more truthfully, pretending that it still needed fixing. "It could be worse," she said in a low voice, trying to keep the red from her cheeks. She turned around, indicating he could zip her up.

His hand found the zipper, but he stopped midway just as he'd passed her bra. "Didn't you say you were hot? We have another half hour or so, so you could keep it down, cool off and all that." He awaited her answer, keeping his fingers on the dress, not wanting to take his hands off of her until he had to.

She nodded slowly, letting her hair that she'd pulled out of his way go as she turned around. "So...what do we do until, uh, until- What do we need to do to make this uh-as real as-"

"I think the boys would wonder if you walked out of here without even looking a little bit dazed," he said to her, as he grabbed the stuff he was supposed plant later and put it in the pockets of his jacket and then laid the jacket back down over the gun. "So, maybe we should, umm, I -maybe if your lips were red from kissing or your eyes wide from a private lap dance or something." He was studying her face, knowing that even if she had no undercover experience, acting a little drunk or turned on wasn't something she needed training for, but he threw that logic right out the window as he awaited her response.

"You can probably keep the lap dance. You are getting the same tip from me either way, courtesy of the FBI. So… I guess we can just make sure we're kissing when they come back in." Her sight slipped down to his palm that he was now holding out to her as the words left her mouth. He was walking slowly backwards, pulling her along gently, until he reached the loveseat.

"Okay." He sat back on the couch, dragging her down with him. "We'll do that then." He pulled her leg back over his lap. He purposely did it quickly, hoping her dress would flip upwards. He was pleased when he saw it bunch up around her upper thighs. Since he'd not rezipped her dress it was loose enough in the front that it exposed her bra. "I don't know exactly when they might come back." He did know that it wouldn't be for at least twenty minutes, but it could be up to thirty, so it wasn't a lie.

"Yeah, okay." She breathed the words onto his face, as he leaned in close to her. "Better not blow your cover on my account." She was staring at his lips.

He smirked at her. "Of course not." He recaptured her lips, putting one hand in her hair to hold her to him. He didn't even try to hide his moan as he tasted her again. She grabbed his hair with one hand, letting the other settle on his chest as she had done unwittingly before. After a few minutes, he decided to be daring by putting his tongue in her mouth. She immediately opened, letting him in further before using her own to answer back. He took that as a yes. He laid back pulling her over him, her knees automatically coming up by his sides as she straddled him. Continuing their kiss, he grasped her hips, holding her in place as she kept her palms on the smooth expanse of his chest, her forearms resting on his stomach.

She started to run her hands down his chest but stopped herself, knowing where she was headed. She pulled back from his lips. "This is not helping with the overheating issue." She went back to his lips after she spoke.

He pushed her up and flipped her, so she was on her back, and he was kneeling in between her legs. He reached over to the drink, grabbing a couple of the ice chips in his hands and dropping them on her chest. She hissed at the contact. He leaned down and guided the ice with his tongue across her chest, drawing a pattern from one breast to the other and down in between.

Her breathing was ragged, her hands gripping his hair as he maneuvered across her chest. After the ice cubes melted, he recaptured her lips, happy to taste her again and feeling the extremes of the cold ice to her warm mouth. He settled himself in between her legs, his hands roaming down to her thighs and letting his fingers trail upwards, casually pushing the loose dress up that was now barely covering her underwear. He brought himself closer, and he could feel the heat from between her legs on his erection. The white pants had moved a little further down his hips, and the thin underwear he wore was now in direct contact with hers. Her leg wrapped around the back of his thigh bringing him closer to her, his chest now in contact with hers. Her dress had gone askew. She'd pulled it far enough down her arms to leave her bra fully exposed. Luke let out a small growl as she did so.

She was panting as he rolled his hips. She could feel his erection moving against her clit, and she was damning the fabric keeping them apart. She ran her hands down his chest to his hips feeling the grooves in his stomach that led to his groin, letting her fingertips dance across the sensitive skin there, hearing him moan as she did so. She smiled into the kiss and felt as he smiled back, both their eyes still closed. "Hey Jay! Oh, hey, sorry, Jay, just letting you know everyone's done and hitting the after party if you'd like to invite your new friend here." Penelope peered around Luke's head, seeing the original security staffer that was with the barman earlier.

Luke had purposely stayed in place hovering above her, covering her body, "Yeah, Carlo, just give me a minute, Bro." His voice changed back to that weird tone she didn't recognize, the one that sounded eerily like frat boys she used to hate. Carlo walked out, shutting the door and leaving Luke to peek back at Penelope. He was hoping she would say something along the lines of let's pick this up later, but instead he saw embarrassment, with a hint of fear. "Uh, sorry about that." He was still over her, as he spoke quietly to her.

She tried to straighten her face, clearing her throat. "Why? That was the whole point, right?" She gave him a curt nod before pushing him gently so she could get up. He sat back on his heels, letting her swing her legs off the couch and watching as she tried to pull her dress into place. She stood up, fanning her face with her hands, hoping she wasn't sweaty and red.

He continued to kneel on the couch, closing his eyes tightly, using all of his mental energy to calm his erection into something manageable. The tightness of his pants would be all too telling. He opened his eyes and moved to help her. She was trying to reach the zipper with her hands. "Here, I've got it, Chica," he whispered to her as he took the tiny metal into his hand and pulled it up slowly.

Penelope shivered as his breath hit her back. "Thanks."

"Want me to pin it?"

"My hair will cover it, and I'm going straight back to my room." She turned to him as she spoke. "So, your money is in my purse. I don't know what a good tip is, but you can take it up with Emily. She just handed me the cash." She gestured to her bag. Luke nodded, picking up the purse and taking out the wad of cash. "Oh, yeah." She moved his jacket, grabbing the gun and lifting her dress again to restrap it but not sure how to do so.

He picked up his jacket, stuffing the cash in the inside pocket. "Want me to help?" He pointed to her leg, where her fingers were struggling to get the gun in its place.

She looked him up and down. "I suppose. JJ put me together, so I don't know how." She smiled.

He nodded, before dropping to one knee and grabbing the gun from her fingers. He gestured to her to hold the dress up so he could see. She bit her lip as his fingers touched the skin of her inner thigh, and she felt the weapon go back in place. He stayed still for only a moment, feeling the heat on his fingers so close to where he wanted to be and smelling her arousal. He took a breath to compose himself before standing up swiftly. "All set."

As he stood up, he smiled at her sweetly, and, of all the things he'd done that night, she was pretty sure that familiar smile was the one that could do her in.

My fall has messed me up even more. My knee is purple! It's a bunch of different shades as well. Anyway that made the back pain even worse as you can imagine. The rest of my life is still a hot mess but thank you to those that have reached out! It's appreciated! I am still pretty busy these days but know I am trying to answer your reviews or messages. Thanks so much.