Colby was relieved when they finally dropped Willow and Kayla off at their hotel. They would be taking the hotel shuttle to the airport early the next morning. She was still smiling from the conversation that evening. He knew that she missed them very much, even though they talked on the phone a good deal.
A soft laugh got his attention, and he found Hannah looking at him with a smile playing on her a lips.
"Were they too direct for you?"
He shrugged, but returned the smile.
"I can't wait to see what other fantasies they'll come up with," Hannah was laughing again. "We'll have to write some of them down."
Colby groaned, the four women had spent most of dinner coming up with fantasies. David, who had started out laughing at him, changed his tune when he was pulled into some of those fantasies. He wondered how their husbands dealt with it. They were lovely women, though very different in looks, Willow, a petite brunette, and Kayla, taller and blonde. And different in personality and temperament as well. But all three were obviously very good friends and it looked like Olivia got along just fine with them.
"You never told me that you have a sister," Colby brought the subject back up. One of the girls had mentioned it at dinner.
"It's just never come up. Anneliese and I get along just fine, but she has a family, with another on the way, and I have my life. We talk once in a while."
"Just not as close as Willow and Kayla?"
Hannah shrugged, "I think Stephanson's just too much like my dad. We almost always get into it when I see him. I hate upsetting Anneliese, so it's always been easier just to avoid getting together with them."
"That's your brother-in-law? He doesn't have a first name?"
She grinned, "Not a polite one. He treats her well though, and it's obvious he loves her, so I put up with him when I have to. It's the darndest thing. I can't stand him, but she's happy with him."
"And if he didn't treat her well?"
"He'd be dead," she said dryly, "And you'd have to hunt me down and put me in those cuffs of yours."
Colby grinned at that. Then they were quiet for a while, both lost in their own thoughts.
"You know, we could try some of those fantasies when we get back to the apartment," Hannah's eyes were gleaming with amusement.
"Can't have a foursome with two people," he retorted.
Hannah giggled, "Well, we just dropped off two willing women at the hotel back there."
"Don't start," Colby warned, but he couldn't help laughing too.
She smiled, those lovely, dark eyes full of promises for the rest of the evening.
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"Close your eyes," Larry said, grinning.
Megan laughed, "You can't expect an FBI Agent to go into a situation with her eyes closed!"
"Why not?" Larry looked curious.
"Oh, no. I'm not getting into that. You'll have me standing out here on the doorstep for the rest of the evening if I let you start up a discussion."
Larry laughed. He knew he had the propensity to be verbose. "Then close your eyes."
"How am I going to walk into the room if I have my eyes closed?"
"You'll just have to trust me to guide you into the room."
Megan glanced sharply at him. She searched his face and realized that he was serious. Sighing, she closed her eyes.
Larry felt happiness well up in his chest. He hadn't realized how much this expression of her trust in him would affect him. For once, he was at a loss to express himself. He took her hand, and placed it in the crook of his arm, then he opened the door.
"This way," Larry coaxed, as he guided her into the center of the room. "Alright, now open your eyes."
"Oh!" There were rose petals strewn over the bed, the fire was crackling. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in the ice bucket. Then Megan caught her breath. In the center of the table, was a rare Phal javanica orchid. "Larry!" she exclaimed, touched beyond words. The Phal javanica had to be imported from South-East Asia. "How long have you been planning this?"
"Just a little while," his lips twitched. "I couldn't quite decide between the Phal javanica and the Blue Ascocenda. I ended up getting this because I thought it went a little better with your decor." He watched her gently caress the petals. "Some champagne?"
Megan looked up and smile, "Yes, please." And her eyes widened as he pulled the bottle out of the bucket. It was a Dom Perignon. "Oh, Larry."
He smiled, "1990."
Megan was stunned, "How did you even track down a bottle of that vintage?"
"Everything is possible, for the most important of reasons, for the most important of people," he said softly, handing her a champagne flute, bubbling with champagne.
"Waterford?"
"Of course."
"You've seen to every detail, I'm impressed. And touched," Megan looked at him in wonder.
"Many happy returns," he offered the toast.
Megan smiled and touched her glass to his, delighting in the purity of the note the two champagne flutes made. "Thank you!"
"And the pièce de rèsistance," he handed her the jeweler's box, with a flourish.
Megan caught her breath as she opened the box. Hannah had outdone herself.
"Tiger-eye. In my opinion, the most elegant of the semi-precious stones. Hannah would not have gainsaid a choice I made, but I was delighted that she agreed with me. They're pseudomorphs, the quartz replaces the crocidolite, that's what gives the tiger-eye it's chatoyance. That lovely rolling gleam across the fibers of tawny gold and brown. Hannah's done an excellent job in showcasing the chatoyance."
"And you provided her with the stone, of course?" Megan laughed.
Larry looked a little sheepish, "No offence to Hannah and her sources. But look at it! Her design takes my breath away. Strong, yet feminine."
"Put it on for me, please?" She set her flute down and went to the mirror.
His fingers trembling just a little, Larry slid the necklace around Megan's neck. And sighed with relief when his fingers didn't fumble the clasp.
She smiled at him through the mirror, and touched his hand. Then pulled him to the rose-strewn bed.
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Colby tossed Hannah over his shoulder and ran up the stairs. Hannah laughed and protested but he knew it turned her on. He found it amusing that she occasionally liked to be dominated in the bedroom, but woe betide anyone, especially of the male gender who tried to push her around during the day.
"Aren't you going to put me down?" Hannah was breathless. Bouncing on his shoulder had knocked some of the air out of her.
"Not yet." He grinned.
"What in the world are you planning?" Hannah was laughing again.
"You'll see. I'm not nearly as imaginative as you are, but it'll be interesting for you, I promise that much."
Hannah stopped fighting him and relaxed so she could reach his butt. Then smacked him as hard as she could.
"Hey! Watch it!" Colby complained.
"You've had to sit on your butt too long, it's getting flabby." Hannah giggled when he smacked her behind in retaliation. "What's got into you, Granger?"
He snickered, "Nothing. But you'll soon find out what will be getting into you." He walked quickly to the bedroom, and leaned over, easing her onto the bed. He started unbuttoning her blouse.
She giggled. She'd felt the unmistakable bulge as he put her down on the bed. "So you weren't unaffected by those fantasies."
"It was torture. Sheer, unadulterated torture. Imagining doing all those things to you and not being able to release any of the tension. And knowing full well that's why the four of you were talking about it." Then he grinned. "You're going to be punished for that."
Laughing as he tickled her, just a little, she said breathlessly, "Oooh! Promises!"
He got the rest of her clothes off and turned her over onto her front. And before she even realized what he was planning, he cuffed her hands behind her back.
"You're really quick with those, aren't you?" Hannah was amused.
"Practice. I'm the low man on the totem pole on the team, I get to do a lot of the cuffing." He pulled her up on her knees, her shoulders and head still on the bed, with her bottom facing him. He grinned as he smacked her on her butt again.
A shocked "Ooh!" escaped her, on a sudden intake of breath. It was a harder smack than she had expected.
He stripped quickly, he'd been aroused all evening and he was ready. So was she, he realized, as he thrust into her. She moaned at the invasion. He smacked her on the butt again, gentler this time. And began to thrust steadily into her.
She pushed back as he thrust forward, whimpering as her head began to spin, and the pleasure began to build, until she couldn't stand it anymore, and screamed her orgasm into the bed.
He continued to thrust, until he himself climaxed. He pushed her back to her side, and got into bed next to her. He pulled her into his arms and sighed with contentment.
She snuggled her face into his neck and nipped him lightly, "So, uncuff me already."
He laughed and complied.