Chapter Twelve – Armaments Chapter, Chapter Two, Verses Nine Through Twenty-One
"Well, then, big guy, this might take a little work on my part and some patience on yours."
At the look on Bobby's face, Alex chuckled. "You're wound up tighter than a Swiss watch, Bobby." With a push on his shoulder he rolled on to his back and she followed. Her hand snaked between their bodies to grasp his cock. "Let's see if we can take the edge off a bit, hmmm?"
The hiss of breath he released as she began to stroke him caused Alex to catch her own breath. She knew it had been a long time since she had had sex, but it would seem it had been even longer for Goren. She detested the purple prose of those romantic novels her sister was always reading, but damn if his cock wasn't the exact definition of a 'hot, throbbing member.'
Kissing her way down his body, Alex marveled at the muscle and mass of the man that now lay beneath her lips. While she would never admit this out loud, his size had never intimidated her so much as it had made her feel overtly feminine. There was just something about a guy who could literally toss you over his shoulder and have his way with you that made her kind of melt a little – and knowing that he was also the kind of guy who would rather cut out his own heart than allow her to get hurt, well, the combination was quite an aphrodisiac.
Working her way down the midline of his body, she felt the muscles of his abdomen tighten as she dipped her tongue into the recess of his navel. Her hand was still stroking him when at last she settled her chin on his hipbone, looking up at him through a curtain of bangs and eyelashes. Wetting her lips, she was amused and more than a little turned on to see him mimic the action, his own tongue peeking out to run along his full bottom lip, his dark brown eyes watching her intently.
Alex felt the warmth of his hand as he cradled the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her to where he wanted her. The warm musky smell of him tickled her nose as she let her tongue tease along the slit of his cock. His grip tightened on her skull and she knew that this wasn't going to take very long at all.
As she enveloped the head of his cock in her mouth, she reached back to softly roll his balls between her fingers. His thighs parted, giving her more access and she suckled as much of him as she could into her mouth, her other hand squeezing and pumping the base.
Much of what Bobby was now muttering Alex couldn't quite make out. There was an "Oh, fuck" and an "Oh, God" and a fair amount of thanks given to her parents for the begetting of her, but mostly it was lots of grunting and heavy breathing, all of which assured her that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. And she was too, for that matter. There was something very empowering about providing that much pleasure to someone; knowing that you were the one in control of every single sensation that was coursing through them, bringing them to the edge and then over it.
Alex could tell Bobby was trying not to thrust, trying not to overwhelm her. She also knew he was trying desperately to hold back. He wasn't going to last much longer, but he also wasn't willing to go down, so to speak, without a fight.
Figuring that being senior partner should have some privileges, she decided that it was time to bring this to a resolution. Bobby Goren was damn well going to come and he was going to come now.
So, tongue swirling, cheeks sucking, she moved a finger back to stroke slowly around his anus. Bobby's reaction was instantaneous and overwhelming – he thrust into her mouth, thigh muscles seizing, fingers grasping her head tightly to him, and came.
She waited several minutes before pulling away from him, laying her cheek on his still-trembling stomach. He took a deep breath and crooked his head to look at her. Smiling up at him, Alex wiped daintily at the corners of her mouth. "Now we can take our time and—"
Her words were cut off when he suddenly reached under her armpits and dragged her up his body, his mouth meeting hers in a desperate kiss. His hands dropped to grab her ass, pulling her against him.
She pulled back, her eyes wide. "You can't possibly—"
Bobby gave her a sly grin and pinched her on the right butt cheek. "You have a strong effect on me, Alexandra."
"It would seem so," she chuckled, struggling half-heartedly in his embrace. "No wonder the steno pool is thinking of building a shrine to you in the ladies room."
His frowned suddenly, loosening his hold. "Alex, I . . . I don't want you to think--"
"Bobby," she admonished. She tucked some long strands of her bangs behind her ear and shrugged. "Neither of us are kids. We've both been around the block . . . some of us have apparently been around the world . . ." At his look she rushed on. "But that's okay, really. We're both coming to each other with a lot of baggage, romantically as well as personally and professionally."
Bobby narrowed his eyes, his hands stroking down her thighs and back up to grasp her hips. "This sounds dangerously like 'talking.'"
Alex smiled sheepishly. "It does and that's because it is." When Bobby started to argue she cut him off with a hand over his mouth. "Look, despite your best intentions, it doesn't look like Godzilla down there is quite ready for a march through Tokyo, so I don't think it will kill us to talk a bit about what we've gotten ourselves into."
"Speak for yourself," Bobby growled, his hands moving to caress her waist and ribs. "I've waited a long time to get you naked and in bed, fantasized about it more times than I care to mention . . . sometimes even in meetings with Ross. Don't ask," he added at her look. "And you know what? Talking was never, ever a part of a single one of those fantasies."
"Color me shocked," Alex gasped dramatically, raising a brow. She rolled on to her side and out of his grasp. "For some unfathomable reason you seem to think this is all going to be so EASY ... "
Having rolled on to his side to face her, Bobby frowned. "Trust me, Alex, I know that nothing involving the two of us is ever going to be easy. But we love each other, so that's a check mark on the positive side of the ledger, right?"
"Yeah, but it also means we have even more to deal with." She leaned back, brushing the bangs from her eyes. "Trust me, Bobby, if it was just us being fuck-buddies, it would never have taken us this long to get together."
"We have a lot going for us." He argued. "We know each other—"
"Maybe too well," she countered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bobby rolled over to look down into her face.
She smiled softly, reaching up to run a finger along his jaw. "We know all of each other's secrets, Bobby. Normally it takes years for couples to get to that stage. But here we are, in a very new ... 'relationship'. We both have great big fucking targets painted on our backs. And we're both armed to the teeth."
He lips twitched and he frowned. "I wouldn't ever—"
"No, see - you already have!" She paused to let her words sink in. She didn't really want to rehash the fiasco of his undercover operation, but she wasn't going to just sweep it under the rug either. "Bobby, you said it earlier -- you hurt me, and you know as much as you don't want to, as much as you try not to, you're going to hurt me again. And you know what? There's a good chance along the way I'm going to hurt you too; let you down. It could so easily happen, especially in our line of work."
She watched him ponder this, his dark eyes closing for a moment before opening to gaze at her. "Yes, you're right, we are going to hurt each other. It's inevitable, we're human. But I just can't image anything that you could do to me that would make me stop loving for you."
There was such conviction in his voice that it make Alex's chest ache. She wiped away a tear that was threatening to travel down her cheek, giving Bobby a rather watery grin. "Who knew?" She playfully punched him in the shoulder. "Big, old tough major case detective is just an old romantic softy. Hmmmm, hard and crunchy outside, soft and chewy inside. Goren, you're a Tootsie Pop!"
She watched as he chuckled, his eyes narrowing at her. "I'll show you hard," he growled, looming over her.
"No, no," she laughed, squirming under the attack of his fingers along her ribs. Sitting up she pushed at his shoulder. "I can't possibly go another round with your Mighty Python of Love without something to drink."
"Monty Python of Love?" Bobby stared at her, mouth agape.
Alex laughed so hard she snorted, then fell back on to the bed, her hands clutching her stomach. "Mighty, Goren, not Monty. MIGHTY. I need to stop babysitting for my nephew," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "The only thing my sister has at her house to read are those damn romance novels. I'm being corrupted."
Bobby stood up from the bed, leaning over her as he braced himself with hands on either side of her head. Dipping down he pressed his mouth to hers, smothering her giggles. Pulling back he gave her a lopsided grin. "You still want a drink?"
She bit her lower lip, smiling and nodding.
"Beer?" he offered. She crinkled her nose at him. "I think there might be some of that fruity stuff, that vodka you brought last time you were over . . . for the Hansen case?"
She sat up, almost bumping heads with him, clapping her hands. "The Smirnoff Watermelon Twist?"
It was Bobby's turn to crinkle his nose. "If you say so." He didn't try to hide the disdain in his voice.
"Good," Alex said, falling back on the bed, her breasts bouncing. She noticed Bobby's eyes focus on her chest and wagged a finger at him. "Not until I get my drink, buster." She pulled the sheet up over herself then reached a leg out to poke him in the midsection with her big toe.
His laughter shook the bed, but he obeyed her as any good second in command would, standing up and trotting off buck-naked to fetch her drink. Pausing at the doorway he turned back to her, his eyes darkening although he still wore a grin.
Leaning nonchalantly against the door jam, Bobby's gaze traveled leisurely down Alex's barely covered torso and she could have swore she felt a flicker of heat as his eyes moved over her. She squirmed a little under his intense perusal.
When at last his eyes journeyed back up to meet hers, he titled his head slightly before giving her a slow wink. "When I get back, Alexandra? I'm going to do some corrupting of my own."
To Be Continued