** A/N: Wow! Been awhile but thank you for your interest in this story. So friends, here is another chapter for you! REMINDER: THIS IS RATED M FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY **

PART 20

The day was spent doing a bunch of paperwork and Catherine was at her desk finishing up a closing report to put in Mr. Taylor's case file when she received a text message on her cellphone. It was from Ben asking if she could meet up with him later regarding a development in his case and that it wouldn't take long, just a few minutes of her time. She texted him back that she could meet with him in the evening on her way to having dinner with her sister Heather, their Dad, and his wife. She nearly forgot about the dinner date until Heather texted and called her several times.

"Are you finished with that?" Tess asked Cat as she stood up and stretched. "Joe said we could cut out of here a couple hours early if we wanted to... and, well, it happens to be a couple of hours til happy hour."

"Oooh, I'd love to join you! But," Cat sighed, " I have a dinner date with the family."

"Fun," Tess frowned sarcastically. "But you'll be missing out!"

"Maybe I'll drop in on you guys afterwards. Dinner shouldn't be too long," Cat smiled.

"Alright, sounds like a plan then," Tess smiled back.

It was mid-afternoon when Catherine left the precinct and made her way to the warehouse to see Vincent. JT was still at the university teaching his classes when she arrived. Catherine quietly walked upstairs into Vincent's loft and found him lying on his back, still asleep in his bed.

Hmmm... I could use a quick afternoon nap.

She took her shoes off and slipped into bed next to Vincent.

"Mmm... hey there," Vincent mumbled with a grin.

"I'm sorry if I woke you," she whispered, resting her head on his chest and draping her arm over his torso.

"Don't worry, I'm still sleepy," he placed a kiss on the top of her head then laid his head back down onto the pillow. "You finished early today?"

"Mmm, hmmm..." Catherine nodded and snuggled closer to him, her eyes closed. "I wanted to come see you before I have dinner tonight with Heather, my Dad and his wife. I wish you could join me."

"I wish I could, too," Vincent smiled and held her close.

"But I could definitely use a nice power nap," Catherine yawned quietly and draped her leg over his.

"Go for it... I'm not going anywhere." Vincent closed his eyes, a soft smile on his face. It wasn't long before both he and Catherine drifted off into sleep.

"Cat! How could you forget about the reception?! I told you, like, a month ago," Heather sighed as they all spoke over dinner.

Catherine couldn't believe it herself either. She was so busy with work and her investigation along with worrying about Ben's investigation that she completely forgot about the reception party that her father's firm was throwing for the new partner of his firm.

"Dad, I completely forgot. But yes, I promise that I will be there," Catherine nodded assuringly to her father.

"Good, and neither of you have to stay for the entire evening of it but it would mean a lot to me if you are atleast present for some of it," Thomas Chandler smiled at his daughters.

"Besides, this party is going to be laid back. No need for ballroom gowns. A simple cocktail dress will be perfect! The entire firm will be there - from partners, associates, to staffers - all employees and their plus ones," Brooke, Mr. Chandler's wife, was hoping to entice Catherine and Heather that it would be worth staying the entire evening so she added, " And there will be great food and plenty of mingling and dancing!"

"Oooh, sounds much more fun than the usual stuffy functions," Heather giggled, "no offense, Dad."

Thomas smiled at his youngest daughter, "None taken."

"I do enjoy the gala charity events though!" Catherine smiled not wanting her father to think she dreaded all of his firm's functions.

"It's settled then. I will be looking forward to seeing you both there, and please don't hesitate on bringing a date," Thomas looked at Catherine when he said that last part.

Catherine just smiled and nodded. Great.

"Why couldn't you just tell her over the phone?" Mary asked Ben as they sat in his trailer waiting for Cat to arrive.

"The same reason I don't talk about your secret over the phone. It's too risky," Ben shook his head, slightly irritated.

"That's fine, I get it. I was just wondering," Mary sighed and took a sip of her drink.

"Okay," Ben walked over to Mary and leaned against the counter, looking at her. "What is it? What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," Mary looked up at him and smiled. She didn't want to admit to him that she felt an odd jealousy towards Cat. "I guess I'm just anxious to get past all of this, you know? I'm anxious to have Cat close her case on Mr. Taylor… and I'm still in shock about Vincent… Jeez… I still can't believe it…"

"Yeah… I really feel for the guy," Ben agreed and looked down at his drink then added, "Cat seems to be the only ray of light in his life right now."

"He really does love her, doesn't he?" Mary suddenly felt ridiculous to have any feelings of jealousy towards Cat. After all, Cat gave her no reason to make her feel that way. Plus, Mary was an accomplished doctor successful in her own field just as Cat was successful as a detective.

"Yep, I wouldn't doubt it... and Cat loves him," Ben looked at Mary, suspicious of her feelings towards Cat. "So whatever it is you might have been thinking about her, just remember that she's trying to help you, too... and she's taking a big risk. We both are... for you, and for Vincent."

Mary looked into Ben's eyes and knew that it didn't take him being a detective to figure out how she was feeling.

"I guess you think you know me pretty well," Mary smirked and stepped closer to him.

"I do," Ben grinned and looked down at her low-cut blouse then back into her eyes.

They were about to kiss when Ivan started barking then whining as he scratched at the door.

"I'd better let him out, I'll be right back," Ben told Mary, she nodded in response.

Ben stepped outside and Ivan quickly ran to find a spot to relieve himself. Just then, Cat pulled up and parked. Mary was watching from the window inside.

"Hey, how's it going?" Ben asked as he walked up to Cat when she got out of her car. She was wearing a black cap sleeve fitted bodice dress and heels. She had just a hint of makeup, but never really needed any at all, and her hair was down, the ends very gently curled. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. Wow, Ben thought, stunning as always.

"Another fancy restaurant date with your family?" he joked remembering the first time he had seen her in a dress. Cat laughed and nodded.

"Ben, I'm so sorry I wasn't able to meet with you sooner," Cat apologized again. She had already sent him a text earlier letting him know that she would have to meet him after her dinner with family, instead of before. "I took a nap with Vincent after work and overslept. If he hadn't woken me up, I probably would have missed dinner, too!"

Lucky bastard, Ben thought to himself but smiled and said, "Not a problem at all. How is Vincent anyway?"

"He's doing well... considering his circumstances," Cat smiled back. Ivan ran up to Cat and she leaned down to scratch behind his ears, then kissed his forehead.

"Ivan, you big flirt, get back inside," Ben patted Ivan's side and the obedient pup ran to the front porch. "Cat, do you have a few minutes to come inside? Mary's here as well."

"Ofcourse," Cat nodded, "that way I can tell you both about my case. She'll be glad to hear the good news."

Ben and Cat walked together to the front door. Mary quickly went back to sit at the counter near her drink.

"Hi Mary," Cat smiled as soon as she stepped inside Ben's trailer.

"Hi Cat," Mary smiled back at the gorgeous detective, "would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you. I really can't stay long anyway but I'm so glad you're here. I've got great news for you," Cat walked closer to Mary and Ben stood next to her.

"Mr. Taylor's case is officially closed," Cat didn't beat around the bush and just let them know straight away.

"What?" Mary raised her eyebrows in disbelief but was glad to hear the good news.

"What happened?" Ben asked wanting more details.

"His wife found a letter penned from Mr. Taylor himself," Cat answered, feeling sympathetic towards Mrs. Taylor having to go through that. "And as far as who he received the Pento from, well, my boss doesn't feel the need to pursue it any longer. Besides, there really are no concrete leads pointing us in any direction of where he could have gotten it. For all we know, he could have bought it overseas somewhere and brought it back with him to the States himself."

"Wow... that's a really huge relief," Mary looked to Catherine, "Thank you so much."

Cat nodded, "No need to thank me. We really didn't have anything physical tying you to him. So unless you want to give me a confession... case closed."

Mary couldn't tell if Cat was joking or being serious but she smiled anyway.

"I wish I could say the same about my case," Ben looked at Cat, hating to have to give her the bad news. "But, it's still an open investigation. It's just not in my jurisdiction anymore."

"What?" Cat's brows furrowed, her face full of concern, "What do you mean?"

"The FBI took over my case. Apparently they have a few undercover agents working a syndicate that Dimitri was involved in and... well, they didn't want our investigation hampering or somehow exposing any of their undercovers," Ben's heart sank for Cat, to see complete worry wash over her beautiful face.

"When did this happen?" Cat asked, still in a bit of a shock.

"My boss told me and Frank today. He met with an FBI agent earlier this afternoon, an agent named... uh... what was his name... ahh yeah, Reynolds. Bob Reynolds. My boss handed over all the work Frank and I had done on the case to him." Ben let out a breath of defeat, "I'm sorry, Cat... I really am."

Cat looked down for a moment, then back up at Ben, "Thank you... I know you tried everything that you could do... and I appreciate that."

Ben stared into Cat's eyes wishing there was something more that he could do for her and for Vincent. As if she read his mind, she smiled softly at him then nodded slowly and lightly touched his arm for a brief second, "I'll see you around."

Ben clenched his jaw, a sad smile on his face. He nodded and said, "Okay."

Cat turned to Mary and smiled at her as well, "Take care, Dr. Harris."

"You as well, Detective," Mary answered back, a somber smile on her face. She also felt bad for Cat and Vincent.

Cat looked at Ben once more and smiled then turned to leave, rubbing the back of Ivan's ears right before she walked out of Ben's trailer. Ben let out a sigh, then shook his head. Shit, he thought and he ran out to catch up with Catherine.

"Ben!" Mary called out but he was already out the door. She ran to the window and watched as Ben caught up to Catherine, stopping her right before she was about to get into her car.

"Cat, wait!" Ben called out and ran up to her.

She turned around and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Cat, it's gonna be okay," he spoke gently. "I know it may not seem like that right now, but trust me... Everything will be okay. They won't find anything of Vincent, not even Mary and Des. Nothing will lead back to any of them."

She looked up to the sky to try and keep the tears from falling from her eyes, then took a deep breath and looked to Ben, "I don't know... I just don't know...Vincent never seems to get a break... and I try so hard to keep a strong face but I worry so much about what could happen to him."

"I know, Cat... but you are strong and I have no doubt that no matter what happens, you and Vincent will make it through this... and whatever else may come your way," Ben tried to reassure her and his heart sank when a tear fell from her eye. He reached out and gently wiped it away with his thumb then immediately put his hand away thinking he over-stepped his boundary.

Cat smiled then surprised Ben by giving him a hug, "Thank you, Ben... thank you."

Ben hugged her back in a tight embrace and smiled, "Anytime."

They held each other for a few moments longer. Cat was thankful to have met Ben and she honestly knew that he would never betray her and Vincent. She was thankful for his friendship and she didn't regret the intimate moment they had shared in what seemed like a long time ago now. Ben would always have a special place in her heart.

Ben admitted to himself that he would always care deeply about Cat. He knew that if there ever came a time that she would need his help, he wouldn't hesitate to give her his all. He didn't have any regrets over the night they spent together and even though he knew they would never be an item, he was perfectly happy being her friend.

When they let go of each other, he was glad to see her expression was relaxed.

"If there's anything you need - anything at all - I'm here for you," Ben promised, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Okay," Cat nodded and she had no doubt of the truth in his promise. She leaned up and gave Ben a friendly kiss on his cheek. Ben looked down at her and smiled softly. Cat smiled gently back and said, "Thank you."

Mary watched as Ben hugged Catherine and the two held onto each other for what seemed like an eternity before finally letting go. After a few more words were exchanged, she saw Catherine get into her car and Ben just stood there watching as Cat drove away. Mary quickly went back to the counter and finished her drink, then lit a cigarette as Ben opened the door.

"Hey, hey now. No smoking inside. You know Ivan doesn't like the smell," Ben joked.

"Yeah, well, I was just about to leave anyway," Mary put her cigarette out and picked up her purse and keys.

Sensing her cold tone of voice, Ben stepped in front of her as she was about to leave, "Whoa... wait, what's going on with you?"

"Nothing, I just need to get home and be with my kids," Mary lied.

"Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow." Ben stepped aside but Mary didn't move. Ben let out a sigh. "Mary, talk to me. What is it?"

Without hesitation and with her arms crossed she asked, "Did you sleep with Cat?"

"What?!"

"You heard me."

Ben looked away and shook his head. He knew he couldn't tell Mary the truth about having a one night stand with Cat. He looked at Mary and said flat out, "No."

"Do you have feelings for her or something?" Mary needed to know.

For fuck sake, yes damnit, I do and I'm trying my damndest not to.

"No." Ben answered instead, irritation in his voice, "She's just a friend." Ofcourse he wasn't going to tell Mary the truth about his feelings for Catherine because he decided some time ago to put those aside and try to focus on having a relationship with Mary. "Anything else you want to ask me about Cat?"

"Am I a substitute?" she looked deep into his eyes.

He stared back into her eyes, "No. You're not."

"Alright then," Mary seemed satisfied, then tossed her purse and keys onto the table.

"I thought you had to go home to your kids?" Ben asked, confused.

"No, they're with their dad tonight... so," Mary stepped closer to Ben and placed her arms around his shoulders, "I guess we should have some make-up sex then."

Ben grinned, thankful to move on from the topic of Catherine, "I won't argue with that."

As soon as Catherine got home, she tossed her keys onto the side table next to her door then went up to the roof to get some air. She also asked Vincent to meet her up there. She couldn't stop worrying about him and what would happen if the FBI were able to somehow find out about him. But beyond her worry, she knew she had to tell Vincent that it was out of Ben's hands now.

"Hey, is everything okay?" the sound of Vincent's calm raspy voice was instant comfort to Catherine.

"Vincent," was all she said to him before holding onto him in a hug. She closed her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close to him.

"What is it? What's wrong?" his voice was covered with concern. Catherine held onto him a few moments longer then let go and stepped back to look at him. He had a gentle smile on his handsome face. Catherine decided not to beat around the bush and just tell him.

"Ben is no longer on your case. The FBI took over."

"What?" Vincent's smile quickly disappeared.

"Ben told me that the FBI was investigating a syndicate that Dimitri was getting in with... and because of the undercover agents they had in place, they couldn't risk a police investigation of Dimitri's death. So they took over the case. They are going to handle it in a way that won't compromise their undercovers."

"So basically, they're sweeping Dimitri's death under the rug?" Vincent let out a breath, his jaw clenched as he leaned against the railing. "That's not so bad. Right?"

"I guess if you want to look at it that way," Catherine frowned.

"You don't?"

"No, I don't... What if they dig in a little more? What if they find something of you that you left behind?"

"Catherine, don't worry. Ben said it himself, they didn't find anything of me - not even of Mary or Des at Dimitri's," Vincent tried to sound convincing. "It's going to be fine. Worse case scenario, if somehow they put me on their radar, then -"

"No," Catherine interrupted him, "Don't even think about leaving me behind."

Vincent let out a sigh, "Catherine, I would do anything and everything I have to in order to keep you safe. Even if it meant leaving you behind. I'm sorry... but that's the way it has to be."

Catherine shook her head.

"Hey, come here," Vincent gently pulled her into his arms and she held onto him, her head rested against his chest.

"I promise it won't ever come to that," he told her, placing a kiss on the top of her head, "I promise."

"Oh my god! I'm so glad we came!" Heather was completely excited about attending their Dad's event. The banquet hall was filled with attendees and the music from the band was upbeat and inviting. Although the expensive luxury hotel was not far from where Catherine and Heather lived in the city, Mr. Chandler made sure to get hotel rooms for each of his daughters in case neither of them wanted to make the drive back home late in the night.

"And OH MY GOD, Cat! You look FABULOUS!" Heather exclaimed.

Before Catherine could respond, Heather took off to the dance floor dragging her date along with her. Catherine looked affectionately at her vivacious sister and let out a giggle, then smoothed her hands down the sides of her hips as she wondered where the bar was. She was wearing a simple black strapless Maria Bianca Nero ruffle cocktail dress and black ankle strap high heels.

"Catherine!" Mr. Chandler called out as he walked up to his eldest daughter.

"Hi Dad! This is fantastic and very youthful, I might add," Catherine joked, greeting him with a huge smile and hug.

"Well, it is lively, isn't it?" he smiled and kissed her on her cheek, "I'm so glad that you made it. Where's your sister?"

"Over there with her date on the dance floor," Catherine nodded in the direction of where Heather and her date were dancing.

"Ahh, I should have known," he chuckled. "And... how about you? Did you bring a date?"

"No, Dad," she smiled and then joked, "I wasn't able to find a brave soul to accompany me tonight!"

Mr. Chandler smiled wide and shook his head, "I find that hard to believe!"

"Sorry, Dad," Catherine laughed, "But I do hope that the day will come when I get to introduce you to a special someone."

"I hope that day comes soon," her father smiled lovingly at her. "Catherine, there's someone that I'd like you to meet. Come with me."

She followed her Dad through the crowd and then they stopped at the bar where her Dad's wife, Brooke, was chatting with an older gentleman who looked to be about the same age as her Dad. Catherine and Brooke both greeted each other then Mr. Chandler turned to the gentleman Brook was chatting with.

"Catherine, I'd like you to meet Bob Reynolds," Mr. Chandler gestured to the gentleman then continued, "He was a friend of your mother. Bob, this is my eldest daughter, Catherine."

Catherine thought she heard his name before but couldn't place it right away. She shook his hand firmly and smiled, "Nice meeting you, Mr. Reynolds."

"Likewise," Mr. Reynolds replied and smiled.

"How did you know my mother," Catherine was curious.

"Oh... Well, she and I had worked together briefly once before. She had helped my team on a case we were working on."

"Your team? My mother was a doctor, are you a doctor as well?"

"Excuse me," Mr. Chandler kindly interrupted, "I'll have to leave you both for a moment while Brooke and I make a few rounds."

"Ofcourse. No problem, Dad," Catherine gave her Dad and Brooke a big smile.

"Thomas, I'll catch up with you later. Unfortunately, I won't be able to stay much longer but thank you for the invitation tonight," Bob shook Mr. Chandler's hand.

"Thank you for coming by, Bob. I'll certainly be in touch with you," Thomas smiled at Bob then nodded to Catherine, "I'll see you later, sweetheart."

Catherine gave her Dad a kiss on the cheek and watched as he and Brooke walked away. Then she turned back to Bob and said, "I'm sorry. Where was I? Oh, are you a doctor as well?"

"No, not at all," Bob took a sip of his drink, then replied, "Actually, I'm an FBI agent."

Suddenly Catherine remembered where she heard his name before and she heard Ben's voice in her head, "He met with an FBI agent earlier this afternoon, an agent named... uh... what was his name... ahh yeah, Reynolds. Bob Reynolds."

"Catherine? Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Catherine broke out of her thoughts and focused on what Bob was saying. What were the odds that he would know her mother and that he is also the agent that Ben's boss handed over the case files to.

"I was saying that your father mentioned to me that you're in law enforcement. A detective, right?" Bob asked.

"Yes," Catherine nodded. "Yes, I am. With the Special Crimes Unit."

"That's impressive. You should come work for the Bureau. We could use more people like you in our department," Bob smiled.

"Well, I kind of like where I'm at right now," Catherine smiled back, "But I'll keep that in mind."

"I completely understand but if you ever change your mind, you let me know."

"I sure will," Catherine nodded.

"Well it was nice meeting you, Catherine," Bob held his hand out. "But I have to head out now."

"It was nice meeting you as well, Agent Reynolds," she shook his hand once more.

He smiled at Catherine once more before leaving. She watched as he walked away, then she ordered her first drink from the bartender.

A few hours later and after dozens of speeches, plenty of mingling, socializing, and lots of dancing, Catherine was back at the bar finishing her last of several drinks that she had throughout the night.

"Are you going to need a ride home, Miss Chandler?"

Catherine quickly turned around to the familiar calm raspy voice right behind her.

"Vincent?!" she whispered loudly, her eyes widened.

He stood confidently in his fitted black button down dress shirt and dark slacks, his hair was nicely combed back and a sexy grin shown across his very handsome face. By the looks on the ladies nearby, she wasn't the only one who noticed this tall, strong, extremely good looking man.

"What are you doing here?!" Catherine was shocked but excited to see him at the same time.

"I thought I'd surprise you," he continued grinning.

"Are you kidding me?" Catherine wasn't amused. "There are tons of people here!"

Before Vincent could say anything, Catherine grabbed his hand and quickly led him out of the crowded banquet hall, through the vast but busy lobby, and straight to the surprisingly empty elevator vestibule.

"Where are we going?" Vincent asked as Catherine pushed the UP arrow button.

"To my hotel room. I don't want to risk anyone seeing you."

Catherine was determined and Vincent didn't argue. The pair stepped into the unoccupied elevator and Catherine quickly hit the number for her floor then the button to close the elevator doors, not wanting anyone to ride in the elevator with them.

"Catherine, I'm sorry." Vincent's voice was quiet, "You're right. I shouldn't have come here. I guess I just wanted to have one more dance with you."

Catherine looked up at Vincent, his eyes were sad as he stared back into hers. She could feel the pain he was feeling, not being able to enjoy an event like tonight's with her but instead having to go back into the shadows to hide, not being able to dance with her like they once did at her father's wedding reception. Even that was a huge risk but it was one Vincent was willing to take again, just to be with Catherine out in a crowd and to feel 'normal' once more.

"Vincent, I would love to dance with you like that again... not having to hide from anyone, not caring if anyone saw us," Catherine smiled softly. She didn't want him to think she was ashamed of him, it was never that. In fact, she wished she could show him off!

"But the reality is, I'm a wanted man." Vincent looked down, shook his head then sighed. "So yeah, no worries. I get it."

"It won't be like this forever," Catherine tried to sound hopeful and she truly was but she needed to convince Vincent. "Someday things will be better. I know they will, Vincent. Things will go in our favor someday. It might take awhile, but that day will come."

"I guess, in the meantime, you don't need me coming around and mucking things up, yeah?" Vincent grinned, feeling a little bit better.

Catherine giggled, "I just need you to stay safe and under the radar, that's all!"

The elevator doors finally opened up to her floor and Vincent followed Catherine to her room. Once inside, they were both blown away by the accommodations. A spacious granite and marble bathroom with a large glass encased shower for two people, cherry wood furnishings, and an extremely welcoming king-sized bed fitted with luxurious Filo D' Oro linens.

"Wow... this is very nice," Vincent nodded as he scanned the room.

"This is amazing," Catherine smiled wide as she stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows and stared out at their spectacular panoramic view of Central Park and Midtown that being on the 46th floor gave them. "What a gorgeous view we have!"

"Wow, that is a nice view," Vincent stood behind Catherine, his hands on her waist. "This whole suite is amazing."

"Well, my Dad does like to make sure his daughters are quite comfortable," Catherine laughed.

"Is Heather staying here, too?"

"Yeah, but not with me. She actually has her own suite as well," Catherine turned to face Vincent and placed her hands over his chest. "So we have this lovely room all to ourselves for the whole night."

"I like that," Vincent grinned then lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on Catherine's soft lips. He pulled back just a few inches to look at her, she opened her eyes and smiled softly up at him.

"I figured you would," Catherine giggled then she noticed Vincent had a slightly sad look in his eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked, a little worried.

"Yeah," Vincent nodded slowly. "It's just, sometimes I still can't believe that you're with me. It's like I wonder if I'm dreaming all of this... of being with you... and if it is a dream, then I don't want to wake up."

Catherine looked deep into Vincent's eyes. She wished so much that there was a place they could go live where Vincent wouldn't have to hide. Where Muirfield would never find them. She placed her hand at the side of his face, her fingers gently touching the stubble along his jaw.

"But it's not a dream," she spoke softly, "and I'm not going anywhere... not without you."

Vincent let out a breath and smiled. "I love you, Catherine."

"I love you, too, Vincent."

They kissed each other tenderly, then Catherine turned around to look out the window again. Vincent held her from behind and she leaned back against him as they both admired their wondrous view of the city.

"It really is beautiful, isn't it?" Catherine said quietly.

"It is." Vincent kissed the top of her head, then focused on the reflection of Catherine in the window. "But not as beautiful as you."

Catherine smiled, she could see Vincent looking at her faint reflection and so she looked at his as well. His arms around her, her hands over his, their fingers entwined.

"I can see you," she said and leaned the back of her head against his chest, "... can you see me?"

"Yes."

"Do you think anyone can see us?"

"From the street? No way... not from this far up. Unless they have binoculars," Vincent kept one arm wrapped around her, his other hand he used to move her hair to one side, exposing the side of her neck to him. "Why?" he asked, then placed a tender kiss at the bottom of her neck, then another, and another, slowly working his way up to behind her ear lobe.

Catherine closed her eyes, "Mmmm... just wondering..."

"Just wondering, huh?" Vincent smirked against her neck. He took in a deep whiff of her fragrance, the smell of her hair, the scent of her perfume. She smells so good...

"Uh-huh... just wondering."

Catherine smiled and opened her eyes to look at their reflection again. As shocked as she was to see him show up at her Dad's function, she had to admit she was glad to see him. And he looks so handsome! Just as handsome as when he showed up at her Dad's wedding. She leaned her body against his as she watched Vincent nuzzle his face into the curve of her neck. His hands moved slowly from her hips upwards to the indents of her small waist. A surge of great warmth radiated through her as she felt the tip of his tongue trace lightly up the side of her neck, to her ear lobe, then seductively trace the outer curve of her ear.

"Vincent," she moaned in an almost inaudible whisper, "kiss me."

She turned her face and tilted her head back, Vincent readily and quickly obliged. He covered her waiting mouth with his and pushed his anxious tongue in to meet hers. Their kisses were ravenous, insatiable, as if they were star-crossed lovers kissing for the first time. He reached up with one hand to cup her face and she turned her body slightly towards him as their tongues dueled together, twirling, pushing, sucking. Vincent pulled back a moment, gasping for breath and his voice husky he whispered, "Let's move to the bed."

"No," Catherine whispered back, "I want you right here... right now..."

Vincent looked at Catherine's beautiful face, her lids heavy and barely concealing the lust for him in her eyes. Her pillowy lips yearning for his mouth once more. He slowly swiped his thumb along the breadth of her kiss-swollen bottom lip. Catherine closed her eyes and when he swiped along her lip once more, he could feel the tip of her tongue press gently against the pad of his thumb. When she erotically sucked his thumb into her hot wet mouth and her tongue swirled around it, Vincent's nerves were on edge. Catherine opened her eyes to stare into Vincent's own heavy-lidded eyes. She could easily see the desire and yearning he had for her in his expression. Still staring deep into his eyes, her mouth sucking tightly on his thumb, she very slowly pulled him out of her mouth.

"I want you, Vincent," she whispered, pressing a kiss against the pad of his thumb.

"Jeezus, Catherine," he muttered. He placed his hands at the sides of her face and Catherine turned her body to completely face him. Her eyes closed and her mouth open, Vincent immediately covered her mouth with his. He pushed his tongue deep in her mouth and Catherine sucked hard, heat rushing through her body as she yearned to feel more of him.

Their kisses were frenzied and their hands frantically groped each other. Catherine practically ripped the buttons off of Vincent's shirt desperately wanting to rub her hands over his well chiseled torso. Vincent was equally anxious to feel every inch of Catherine, seconds later her dress fell to a puddle of fabric onto the floor. It wasn't long after that she was topless and her shapely perky breasts were being squeezed in Vincent's large hands.

"Oh Vincent... yess..." she moaned as his tongue circled one puffy nipple, then the other before taking her breast into his hot mouth.

They've made slow passionate love together numerous times and each time was always new and exciting, never ever dull. Tonight though, Catherine was feeling exceptionally naughty and she was lusting for him more than ever. Maybe it was because he caught her completely by surprise showing up at her father's event tonight. Maybe it was because he oozed so much confidence tonight even though he was out in public surrounded by crowds of people. Maybe it was because during the short time he was in the banquet hall, she noticed so many other women looking at Vincent with more than a passing glance, more than a passing curiosity at this man with a scar on his extremely handsome face. He was indeed just as handsome as the night he showed up at her father's wedding reception. Even though he wasn't wearing a tux tonight, the fitted dress shirt he had on really complimented his broad shoulders, strong arms, and well-shaped torso. Maybe it was all of that and more because she could sense that Vincent wanted her right now just as much as she wanted him.

Catherine bit her bottom lip, her hand gripped onto the back of Vincent's neck, her other hand squeezed the top of his strong shoulder as Vincent's hot mouth hungrily devoured her breasts, licking, sucking, gently biting and nibbling, his tongue pressing and flicking at her stiff nipples. Vincent ripped her flimsy lace panty from her body then released her breast from his mouth so he could look upon his lady love. Catherine stood naked in front of him, wearing only her nude thigh high silk stockings and her stiletto heels.

"You're so fucking sexy, Catherine," he muttered, his voice husky. He pulled her body to him, her kiss swollen breasts pressed and rubbed against his bare chest as their mouths and tongues found each other again. Vincent's large strong hands squeezed her lucious ass, leaning into her as he moved one hand lower underneath her between her legs, his fingers finding her hot wet slit.

"Unhh..." Catherine moaned, sucking Vincent's tongue as he easily slid his finger inside her.

Vincent groaned into her mouth as he pushed his middle finger slowly in and out of her.

"Ohh Vincent... I want you..." she moaned breathlessly against his lips. She rubbed her hands down the length of his exquisitely sculptured torso, then expertly undid Vincent's belt and pants. She reached into his boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around him, her hand gripping up and down his rock hard manlihood.

Their kisses grew even more anxious as Catherine pleasured him with her hands and Vincent's fingers massaged her delicate wet flesh. Heat consumed their bodies and an inferno of pure raging desire coursed through their veins, their nerves on edge yearning to have their bodies unite as one. Vincent could hardly bear waiting much longer. Catherine's hands squeezing and tugging his very hard erection and her adventurous naughtiness to get intimate in front of the uncovered window woke an almost animalistic hunger in him. He wanted her badly, he needed to be inside of her, to feel her tight warmth around him.

"Turn around," Vincent growled.

Catherine immediately released him from her grip and did as he commanded. She faced the window, her palms pressed flat against the thick glass panels. Her body anxious for him to fill the void she felt when he removed his fingers from between her legs.

Catherine bit her lip as Vincent's hands grasped at her tender swollen breasts, massaging and squeezing them. She could feel the length of his hardness pressing against her ass. "... oh Vincent... I want you..."

Suddenly Vincent grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, her palms slid down slightly as she leaned forward, now bent at the waist, her legs spread a bit more. Vincent looked down at his beauty in front of him. His hands squeezed her perfect round ass, and as she bent a little lower, he could see her slit revealing her moist pink flesh underneath. He licked his lips and dropped to his knees.

"OH GAWD, VINCENT!" Catherine yelped as Vincent's mouth pleasured her, his ever talented tongue circled and flicked at her engorged clit. She arched her back and leaned over a bit more, her hands pressing against the cool glass window. Her voice caught in her throat as breathless moans escaped her. Vincent's mouth clamped onto her super sensitive tissue and his tongue moved so quickly that it didn't take long for Catherine to reach an incredible, mind-blowing climax, her body shivering against his mouth.

"UNHH!" she moaned out as she came and just as her body was still shaking from her orgasm, Vincent stood up behind her, his large hands gripped her hips, his fingers pressed firmly into her skin and he anxiously pushed the tip of himself into her quivering entrance. Catherine's palms and forearms pressed against the glass for support as she arched her back even more, bending lower for Vincent. She looked up for just a moment and saw Vincent's reflection in the window, his eyes flashed gold but he didn't change, he was still her Vincent, the man. Vincent grabbed hold of Catherine's waist and pushed the entire length of his hard thickness into her trembling, tight wet center. The beast in him wanted to claim Catherine and although Vincent maintained control, he thrust hard and fast over and over again, deep into Catherine.