Chapter 34

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New Year's Eve 2004

"Okay, what was your worst New Year's Eve?" Martin asked as he sped along the interstate and glanced at the dashboard clock. It's bright green light reading 11:45 PM. This was not how he hoped to spend his first New Year's Eve with Sam but they were the agents on call and a last minute case canceled their original plan.

"That would be when I was 17. My friend, Hallie, and I snuck out to go to this big party and we were wearing these really skimpy outfits. Hallie's car broke down on a random highway so we had to walk 4 miles in the snow looking for a payphone wearing high heels and only our thing dress coats for warmth. We finally found a gas station but everyone we tried to call wasn't home so we ended up having to call my mom. She drove up, took one look at us and I was instantly grounded for the first month of 1990," Sam replied laughing. "Man, she was mad."

"That does sound pretty bad," Martin agreed as he looked over at her finding it hard to believe she was with him. She had her head tilted on the head rest and focused on him.

"What about you?" she asked. She reached over and pulled his hand off of the steering wheel so she could hold it.

"Um, that would be my sophomore year of college. I was home and my parents always have this big party. It's just a bunch of government types, politicians or political wannabes. My sisters and I decided to sneak off with some of the liquor and food and hang out in the basement. We were having a good time until my mother insisted that we go upstairs and make an appearance. We were trying to act like we were cool when we were actually all completely wasted. Reese just sat down on chair and didn't move the rest of the night. I wish Parker and I had thought to do the same because while we were talking to my father's SAC, she grabbed an appetizer off a tray and ate it. Apparently she did not like the way it tasted because she immediately threw up all over SAC Duffy. That's when I discovered that tequila and I don't agree and I did the same." Martin laughed as he changed lanes to pass a slow moving car. "I wasn't grounded but my dad didn't talk to any of us for a week. He yelled but he didn't talk."

"I'm surprised your father made it to Deputy Director given his wayward children."

"You and me both," he replied with a laugh. "What was your best?"

She smiled and said, "This one's getting better every minute."

Martin turned to look at her, tugged her hand towards him and said, "That's what I was going to say."

She smiled at him as she leaned in close and breathed into his ear, "Pull over."

"What?" he asked. Having Sam's warm breath in his ear was very distracting.

She bit his earlobe and placed on hand on his thigh and said softly said again, "Pull over. This isn't a busy highway and the case is wrapped up. I want a real New Year's Eve kiss and that's not going to happen if you are driving, so pull the car over and kiss me."

He smiled, clicked the turning signal and said, "Your wish is my command."

She gave a light laugh as he eyed a spot on the side of the road and slowed the car to a stop. He put the car in park and turned off the ignition. He clicked off his seat belt, turned to Sam and grinned widely. He glanced at the clock: 11:55 PM. He looked back over at her and asked, "So, what do we do until midnight?"

She grinned, moved towards him and whispered, "Practice."

"Practice does make perfect," he said as his lips met Sam's, tasting and testing. He had had access to her mouth for over four months now and yet each kiss was as exciting as the first.

Martin hands slowly traveled from Sam's hip to her side when he heard the unmistakable ringing of his cell phone. He managed to pull back from her hot mouth and body to retrieve his phone from the dashboard. She eyed him carefully, her eyes heavy lidded with desire and panting heavily. As soon as he had the cell phone in hand Sam began to kiss his jaw and neck. It seemed despite Martin's obvious intent to answer the phone she showed no signs of stopping. She continued to kiss him as her hands moved over on his chest and loosened his tie.

He tried ineffectually to still Sam's wandering fingers with his free hand as he took a deep breath and with his other hand pressed the 'Talk' button answering, "Fitzgerald."

"Hi, Jack," he said Jack's name with emphasis hoping to jolt a seemingly unconcerned Sam. But she took no notice as she began gently biting his earlobe. A tactic she knew drove him crazy.

"We're on our way back now." He desperately tried to pay attention to what Jack was saying but it was really hard with Sam's mouth kissing and sucking his neck as her hand was making quick work of unbuckling his belt. He looked at her and tried to tell her to stop it with his eyes but she just smiled and continued what she was doing.

"Mm-hmm…" Martin murmured as Jack continued to give him an update on the case when Sam's hand slipped into his pants and boxers. His eyes met hers as she looked at him and smiled wickedly. She gently squeezed him at the base before slowly stroking him. He tried to stop her by grabbing her wrist but while he stilled her stroking she continued to squeeze and release his now very hard member. The pulsing sensation was too much to bear so he quickly told Jack, "Um…what? Say again? Sorry…? bad…nection…..call…back…..tunnel…."

He pressed the 'End' button and tossed his cell in the backseat before putting his hands on Sam's face pulling her close so he could kiss her deep and hard. When they broke apart he said, "You are a wicked, wicked woman. I thought you said you just wanted a kiss."

Sam just gave him a throaty laugh before saying, "I've changed my mind."

Martin glanced at the clock, with Sam doing the same. The clock blinked from 11:59 PM to 12:00 AM. They looked back at each other and he whispered, "Happy New Year, Sam"

She smiled and softly replied, "Happy New Year, Martin. Now shut up and kiss me."

So he did.

End Book IV

To be continued in Book V