"You want to meet up tonight? I told her that I was working late if you wanted to do something?"

Emily sighed and looked at the tall man cornering her in the supply closet. It was already 8pm and the team had all taken off to the bars, leaving her and Hotch at the BAU, alone.

"I don't know Aaron, I was planning on meeting up with the team."

Hotch smiled and leaned his head down to hers, happy when she backed up into the wall to her right.

"Come on baby, I need you again."

Emily shivered as he moved his hand to her hip, she pushed on his chest as he kissed her neck, "Aaron, someone might see us."

"So, let them watch, let them want you. My beautiful little slut, let them want what's rightfully mine."

Emily bit her lip and let her hand slide into his hair, she let the files in her right-hand fall to the ground before moving it inside his suit jacket and around his back. Hotch smiled and kissed her lips slowly, he ran his hand up her leg and moved it to wrap around him. He then moved it under her skirt, the same sexy black pencil skirt he had boughten for her, the one with the really nice slit on the side of it. Large enough to easily fit his wandering hands when he needed a fix of her sensitive and submissive body. The one that was allowing him great access to the edge of her lace panties.

"How about we go out for drinks with the team and then go back to your place after? Would you like that sweetheart?"

Emily smiled and nodded her head, happy when he bent down to pick up her files before taking her hand and walking them both back to collect their things.

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Later that night, Emily found herself laying on her back, clawing at his as he grunted from his harsh thrusts into her. His hand going to her hip and pulling her closer to him, making him go deeper inside of her, so easily hitting her g-spot.

Emily gasped and grunted with him, her body wet with a small sheet of sweat and her eyes even more glazed over with tears. Why was she letting him do this again, why had she ever let him do this to her?

"Oh god Aaron!" She screamed, unable to hold her pleasure back.

"That's it baby girl, say my name. Scream for me."

Emily gasped and moaned, her hand tightened in his hair as the man above her drove himself deeper. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling, the reflection of his movement was seen from the large ceiling fan above the bed.

He looked like an animal on top of her, his hard thrusts almost too painful to enjoy but Emily need every bit of it. She needed him to take her this hard, needed him to take her this fast, to use her for his please because that's what she was to him. Something for his use.

And she was ok with that, ok with him using her in this way because no matter how much she denied it, she was in love with him. In love with a man that didn't look at her as more then something to fuck when he's wife couldn't deliver. In love with a man that used his skillful wit and charm to seduce her and keep her hot for him.

In love with the idea and dream, that maybe, just once he would want her too. Maybe he would spend the night at some point and enjoy waking up her cuddled to his side, maybe he would surprise with not want sex at all and just getting to know her. But, she was kidding herself to thing of this at all.

Because, in the end, at least he wanted her in some way.