Somewhere in an A/U. Characters belong to Janet Evanovich; I'm just playing, not making any money on this project (sadly).

Babe story; HEA; smut alert and graphic language ahead, so be warned.

Chapter 25

Carlos' POV

Stephanie continued to surprise me: her willingness to have sex in the elevator, despite the presence of the security cameras, had totally stunned me. It had taken less than a minute for me to get hard and start taking both of us as close to Heaven as I'd ever get. Then, fresh from hotter than hot sex, she'd launched into her "Carla Clark" riff with the old guy who was apparently one of her high school teachers. She was a lousy liar, but totally enchanting nonetheless. I couldn't get rid of Fred and his Mrs. fast enough: I wanted my Babe all over again. The professional bowlers convention, for crying out loud! Then she'd started on a desperate and determined food search; and now, as a result, she sat cross legged on the king size bed, a bounty of junk food bags pooled between her legs, and she was crunching Cheese Doodles like they were manna from Heaven. How could she manage to look sexy eating junk food? Damn, I was really losing it now!

"How the hell can you eat that crap?" I shook my head in wonderment. "Do you have any idea what chemicals are in those things?"

"Yummy, yummy, yummy," she crunched faster, holding up her orange-colored fingers and then sucking them each lovingly. My cock twitched at the sight of it, and she gave a lusty laugh. "That's yummy, too. But first I gotta get my strength back, Superman. You wore me out, you know. A girl's gotta have sustenance."

"Babe," I sighed, watching her fingers disappear into her mouth and remembering how good it felt to have that delicious mouth sucking my cock.

I'd disposed of the used condom in the bathroom, and tossed her overnight bag on the floor. I stared at the three remaining pieces of paper, sitting oh-so-innocently on the nightstand. I knew what my remaining fantasy was, and I'd carefully packed her bag to include her costume…and what a costume I'd selected! But I still wondered what her two remaining fantasies were. She'd surprised and delighted me with her previous selections: I'd never have imagined her to be so bold. But she was; and I knew that the remaining fantasies would be just as hot.

"My pick," she interrupted my musings, pointing to the papers. "I get to pick the next two, actually: you took my turn in the elevator."

"That I did," I replied, remembering.

"So I get to pick two in a row, it's only fair." The Cheese Doodles gave way to Doritos, and the manic crunching continued unabated. The girl was clearly hungry….

"You can pick all of them," I offered with a smile, "I'm all for being cooperative, Babe."

"Good to know," she grinned, offering me a chance at the package of chips.

"No thanks," I waved them away, "I prefer nutritious food, not empty calories."

"Your loss," she said, munching faster than ever. "God, these are so good!"

"There isn't a contest I don't know about, is there, Babe? Whoever finishes their junk food fastest wins? You on a time clock here?"

"No contest, Superman. I just need to feed my Beast before we feed yours," she explained, moving along to a package of chocolate chip cookies. "Yummy. My absolute favorites."

"A chocolate lover, huh?" I watched, amused as she devoured the cookies with a loud moan of appreciation that bordered on the obscene.

"Nothing better than chocolate." She considered carefully, "Except really great sex."

"Speaking of," I indicated the overnight bag. "You pick a fantasy out right now and I'll get your costume ready."

"I can't believe you packed my clothes so you'd be able to pick out costumes!" She shook her head, incredulous. "What if my two fantasies don't fit the clothes you have in there? What then, Superman?"

"Then we do without a costume and I simply ravish your naked body instead," I teased, wagging my eyebrows and winning a hearty laugh.

"I suppose you packed all my lingerie and tons of high heels?"

"You know me very well, Babe." I'd done exactly that.

"Including those black stiletto boots you were drooling over earlier?" she smirked.

"I've got big plans for those boots," I confessed, "Very big plans."

"Now you have me really curious," she popped a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup in her mouth, and reached over to grab the three pieces of paper. "Since you revealed your secret trick on how to tell your fantasies from mine….I think I'll be very brave and pick your last one. The boot one, I'm guessing?"

"It is," I said, my voice husky at the thought that she would give me my fantasy before selecting one of hers. "Thanks, Babe."

"De nada, Superman," she winked, "You've aroused my curiosity, among other things. And I love those boots, so----"

She opened the paper and read silently. Her eyes widened, and her tongue stilled where it had been licking the chocolate off her pouty lips. "Holy Moly, Mother of God! You are one sick puppy, Superman!"

My cock was straining to escape the confines of my tight jeans. "Are you in?"

"Not real pictures, though, right?" Steph nibbled her lip thoughtfully, "You don't have a camcorder or anything hidden around here, do you?"

"Unfortunately, no," I sighed unhappily. I'd kill for one, though. "But you have a digital camera."

"For the wedding, sure," Steph nodded absent-mindedly, still examining the paper in dazed fascination, "But it's downstairs in my room."

"No it's not," I revealed, "It's right here." I held it up, having taken it from the overnight bag where I'd packed it earlier. "It's one of the props for this fantasy."

"Oh shit!" she murmured, her eyes widening, "You mean….really pose for those pictures? As in, you plan to take the pictures and keep them? Me naked?"

The paper sat opened next to her, my writing neat and precise: 'You are a porn actress and I am directing you in your first film. You will pose as I direct you to, and then, aroused by the photo session, you'll beg me to fuck you.'

"You've got a beautiful body, Babe," I said in a husky tone, "I'd love to have photos of you to take with me when I go Monday."

"There are photos and then there are photos," Steph argued, "Naked shots of me are not going anywhere outside this room. No matter how beautiful you think my body is, Superman! No way am I going to risk those pictures getting on the internet or having strangers ogle me. Nope, not doing it! You take a few photos, and we delete them here and now the very second the fantasy is done."

"Just let me keep a few to remember this by," I urged.

"Famous last words," Steph snorted, "No way, Superman. You'll be looking at your pictures and some of your Army buddies will come over, and before long they'll show you their women and you'll show them your woman…."

"No I won't." I tried sounding definite, but it wasn't working even for me.

"Damn straight you won't," she nodded, "Because there won't be anything to show them! Nope: no way, no pictures, no how."

I smiled engagingly, "I'll make a deal with you."

"No deals." She looked imperiously at me, and shook her head, her wild auburn curls cascading over her bare shoulders.

"It's gonna be a long 18 months, Babe." I let my voice lower to a velvet purr, "And there are going to be some very lonely nights."

"True. And they're going to be picture-less nights," she interrupted me.

"Just three. A close up and two full body views," I bargained. "Come on!"

"Dream on, Carlos. A close up of my face, okay. You want full body views, I'm wearing clothes. And not some costume you dream up, either."

"I'll make it worth your while, Babe," I insisted. "You pose for me, I'll pose for you."

Steph stopped chewing mid-candy. "You'll pose? Naked?" I could see the glazed look in her all-too-revealing blue eyes. She was definitely interested, as I knew she would be.

"I'll pose naked. However you want, Babe," I agreed. "You let me direct you, I'll let you direct me. You call the shots."

"Good bribe," she congratulated.

"I thought so."

"But the answer is still no."

"No?"

"I'll take a few pictures of naked you, and with my shitty luck my mother will go looking to borrow my camera. And before you know it, the porn shots are right there for all to see. And I'm dessert-less for life, and labeled a sex offender, just like Grandma Mazur."

"Where is that brave Wonder Woman who had sex in the elevator, damn the security cameras?"

"Where is she? I'll tell you! Right now she's desperately hoping to hell the guards aren't, as we speak, re-watching some camera angle she didn't see and getting their rocks off as her legs are kicking in the breeze while she's getting fucked against that wall. Nope, Carlos, you are not going to change my mind on this. Not doing it, not even for you. You can pick out my outfit, you can direct me all you like and we can have hot sex. Really hot sex. Boots on and everything. You can take all the photos you want with my camera….and then we'll sit here afterwards and I'll delete them all. Then I'll put my clothes on and smile and you can take a picture of me. Anyway--what are you going to do with it? How can we get it developed before you leave on Monday morning?"

"I'll download it on my laptop; I have it here in the room," I pointed to the closet where I kept the laptop locked in my luggage. "I can use it as my screensaver."

"Yeah, and that is exactly why I'm holding firm to the no naked-pics position. All I'd need to do is be your screen-saver in my birthday suit!"

"Don't worry: I wouldn't use that picture as the screen-saver, Babe."

"I won't have to worry about it, Carlos. Because you're not going to have the picture to use." She finished her stash of goodies and climbed off the bed to toss away the empty bags and wrappers.

"Don't trust me, Steph?" I gave her my wolf grin. "Why not?"

She grinned back, "You're going into combat for 18 months. Now let me see: I remember all too well the condition you were in less than 12 hours ago when I met you downstairs in the bar. Horny enough to go through a pack of condoms in one night. And I'm not supposed to worry about letting you loose with a few naked pictures of me in nothing but my stiletto boots and a just-been-fucked smile? Does it say 'stupid' on my forehead, Soldier? I think not."

Smart woman.

I handed her the tiny scrap of black lace fabric that passed for a teddy, and the fitted black over-the-knee boots that had aroused me from the first moment I'd seen them.

Steph smiled seductively, "So, I need to go and get ready for my film debut, huh, Mr. Director?"

"You can call me Carlos," I purred, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "We're going to be very…friendly. I run that kind of set."

"Really? How lucky for me. I'm new to this kind of thing. I need…hands on help."

"You came to the right director, Babe. Hands on help is my specialty. Just slip into your little costume---"

"Little is right."

"Did I mention I love your taste in lingerie?"

"I figured as much. Your…friend….down there is giving it a standing ovation."

"My…friend…is eager to come out and meet you."

"I better change clothes and get ready, then. I don't want to miss out when you call 'Lights, camera, action'."

"You aren't going to miss a thing, Babe. I'm going to make sure you get special treatment."

Steph winked and slipped into the bathroom, her gorgeous ass wiggling sensuously as she closed the door behind her. Damn, I was hard and ready! I moved to the bed, eager to get started.

She didn't disappoint.

Moments later the door opened and Steph stepped out in a teddy that was so sinfully tiny that there were no words to describe how hot and horny I was at the sight of her. She stood posing in the black lace halter-topped nothing, with scraps of material that barely covered her nipples and a neckline that plunged far below her belly button. A tiny strap held the fabric in place around her neck, a faux diamond chain holding the two pieces of fabric across her breasts. The teddy was held around her hips with two tiny ties that left nothing to the imagination.

The fitted black boots ended over the top of her knee, and laced at the back of her thighs. They were so hot I damn near came just from the sight of her. She was Sex on Legs. And she was mine.

"Babe! You look so sexy I can't put it into words." My eyes were popping out of my head, my tongue hanging out panting. Damn! She looked so hot she was smoking!

Steph shook her head saucily, teasing me with her long mane of riotous auburn curls. She had no makeup to touch herself up; she hadn't needed it, either. "So, I'll pass muster as your leading lady, Carlos?"

"Jesus, Steph, you're killing me. Where the hell did you find that outfit?"

She laughed, a lusty laugh that sent shivers of delight all down my spine, "Bridal shopping. A group of us hit Victoria's Secret after work today to find Stella's wedding night ensemble. And naturally, we all had to do some shopping for ourselves. You just happened to hit things on a lucky night: I bought quite a bit at Victoria's Secret, thanks to Tina's urging. She was convinced that I'd need them, even though I was swearing off men forever."

"I owe Tina," I rasped, snapping the first of a half dozen photos of Steph in that killer outfit. "Remind me to thank her."

"You and me both," Steph whispered, "God! Just seeing that look on your face has me so wet I could scream!"

"You'll scream," I promised, "Just not yet. First we have some photos to take."

"I'm all yours."

"That you are, and don't forget it," I leaned over to caress her face, "Just remembering you like this will get me back to you, no matter what. Babe, you look so damned sexy you have no idea what you do to me."

She grinned, her eyes pointedly sliding down my body, "I have a very good idea what I do to you. And I'm loving every second of it."

"Over to the bed, Babe. And stretch out, just….like….this."

I posed her exactly as I wanted, one hand under her head, the other resting on her breast, her legs angled to reveal that patch of womanhood that I could see was already wet for me. "Perfect! Now move your hand a bit over there….hold it!" I snapped the photo. "And now I want you to look over here, lick your lips, think of me deep inside you. Brush your nipples and get them hard. Then…..perfect!" I snapped another shot.

Steph was a natural model, moving seductively from one pose into the next, her natural sensuality making the photos searingly hot. I snapped dozens of photos, finally having her slip the teddy off her breasts and using her hands to cup her full breasts as I fought my urge to toss the camera down, tear off the teddy and take her completely.

"You like this, Carlos?" she husked. "What about this? You like this?"

"Babe!" I liked it. I liked it all. Hell, I did more than like it. I freakin ass loved it! She was a wet dream come true, and I could tell from her sparkling eyes that she was enjoying my naughty fantasy as much as I was.

The boots. God, those boots! The sight of her long lush go-on-forever legs encased in those tight boots, laced behind her thighs, had me rock hard throughout the photo session. Finally I could take no more.

"What do you want, Babe?" I asked, my hint to her that I was ready to move to the best part of our fantasy.

Stephanie didn't disappoint. She languidly climbed on her hands and knees and crawled towards me across the bed, her voice husky. She rose on her knees, slowly doffed the teddy, and tossed it teasingly over the camera. "What do I want? I'll tell you exactly what I want. What I've wanted the very second I saw you. I want your cock, Carlos. I want you deep inside me, fucking me rough and fast and hard and deep. Fucking me, pounding me so hard I can't stop screaming."

Holy shit! I tossed the camera to the side, feverishly unzipping my jeans. I couldn't get the condom on fast enough! I gave her exactly what she'd asked for. She kept the boots on, and I felt the black rubber rubbing against my waist and ass as she locked her legs around me and I rode her to a thunderously powerful orgasm.

I let slip a long stream of Spanish, words that came from deep inside myself, poetry to tell this beautiful creature all she was to me, all she had given me. Her moans of pleasure were swallowed by my hungry mouth, and we moved across the bed, our bodies locked together in a dance of ecstasy. When I came, I felt her shudder beneath me, and knew that she and I had come together in an orgasm that was every bit as satisfying as any we'd ever had before.

It took a few minutes before I could find the strength to roll off her; our bodies were covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. I kissed her gently, then rolled onto my back.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM." Steph sighed.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM." I returned.

"That was sooooooooo good," she stretched light a satisfied cat. "I enjoyed being your leading lady, Mr. Director."

"I enjoyed having you," I teased.

"I enjoyed being had," she giggled, coming into my arms for a long loving hug and a few more sweet soft kisses.

"Those boots are lethal, Steph," I warned her, "Promise me something: you don't wear those boots for anyone but me."

"Give me some incentive," she purred as I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

"What kind of incentive?" I called over my shoulder. "You have anything particular in mind?" I stepped out of the bathroom and found Steph with the camera, naked except for her boots.

"This kind," she whispered, snapping a few photos as I leaned against the door jam and posed for her.

"Change your mind, Babe?" I asked hopefully.

"About the nude photos?" she replied, "No. Not a chance. But we can look at the pictures together before I delete them all."

"That's a waste of some damned fine pictures," I protested.

"Well, that's how it goes, Superman," she shrugged, a soft smile lighting her gorgeous face. "We can always snap a few photos for your collection that aren't XXX rated."

My eyebrow raised interestedly, "What are you offering?"

"Got a shirt I can borrow?" she asked. "I'll keep the boots on…."

I grinned. Yeah, that'd do. That'd do just perfectly….