Hi there, yes I know I've been away forever. I do apologize to all my followers. Re-reading your comments made me came back. I must say that I have missed it dearly.

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CHAPTER 5

After their dance they took the first opportunity they got when they saw that Stefan was busy in a deep conversation smoking some cigars out on the balcony with a few men.

Everything went as planned, Aram took over the surveillance cameras and Lizzie took the device he gave her to override Stefan's suite door. They had exactly three minutes and forty-five seconds before the guards would round again and they needed to be out of there. She went straight for the study searching for Stefan's computer or laptop to plug in a device that would install an undetectable virus that would give Aram access to his files.

It was a race against the clock. While she was doing her part Red was busy going through the man's calendar and drawers searching for anything that could be useful for their investigation. It took her longer than planned to find his laptop and they were running behind schedule. She waited for the virus to install and it still had twenty seconds left when Red told her it was time to leave. They couldn't leave before the program was installed completely because that was the whole point of breaking into his suite. As the program finished she quickly took the drive, shoved it into her clutch and they made it for the door. They were halfway down the hallway when they heard the chatter of the two guards. Her heart skipped a beat and fear spread through her body like a winter chill. They weren't going to make the exit in time.

They only had a matter of seconds before the 2 guards would round the corner and then their cover would be blown. Her mind searched frantically for a plan, a way out. They had no reason for being where they were. They wouldn't be able to make it to the elevator in time to escape either. They had two options: hide or think of a reason to be there. Well, they couldn't exactly hide except if they went back into Stefan's suit and there wasn't any time left to override the door again. That left them only with a reason for being there. She could see the wheels turning in Red's head as he was also thinking of a way out and that's when it hit her.

She dragged him by the hand as near as she could towards the elevator. She shoved him against the wall and the last thing that she saw on his face was a mixture of shock and bewilderment before she crashed her mouth to his.

He was still underneath her for a mere second before he caught onto her plan and spun her around so that she was now pressed up against the wall and his mouth was hot and wet on hers. Her open back was pressed against the cool wall and Red's body was pressed warm against her front. His hands were at her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck just as he deepened the kiss. He slipped his tongue past her lips exploring the coven of her mouth like he would never be granted a second chance to do it again. When his tongue began stroking hers she couldn't help but moan into his mouth. His tongue brushed like velvet against hers in a language as old as time. He tasted like whiskey, like desire.

She heard the two sets of feet coming around the corner and she knew they had to sell this otherwise they could pack up and go home. So she hiked her leg up Red's side till the point of her heel was pressing high into the back of his thigh. She felt rather than heard him growl at the sudden move that brought their bodies in touch just where it mattered. His tongue stroked every inch of her mouth till she was left gasping for air. Lizzie forgot everything and everyone else as soon as he trailed hot wet kisses down her neck to her pulse point where he sucked and lightly nibbled on her tender flesh. She clawed at his shoulders to stay upright. She felt like she was on fire and soon she couldn't help it, she needed to feel him. He must have felt the same way because his hands trailed up her sides to the undersides of her breasts. Anticipation filled her with a mixture of lust and adrenaline from their ruse.

Somewhere far in the back of her head, she could hear the guards' footsteps stop. She couldn't be sure because her blood rushed through her veins so loudly she wasn't sure she could hear anything but the sound of their matching hammering hearts. When he finally cupped her breasts she let out a low moan and nibbled at his neck in return. Was this really happening? Liz couldn't think straight, the desire was rushing through her veins like a wildfire. He brought his mouth up to hers, torturing slow, kissing every inch of skin feverishly on the way to her lips. She was desperate to feel his mouth on hers again and dragged his head to hers. She let out something between a gasp and a moan when Red ground his hips into hers. With her leg hiked up high she could feel every hard inch stroke her just where she needed him most. He did it again and was rewarded with another moan from her.

She needed more of him, she needed to feel more, touch more, taste more…she needed all of him. She used the little leverage she had to push off the ground and she hooked both her legs around his waist. She felt open, exposed, and needy as she felt him nestled between her legs. His hand came to her round cheeks and pulled her even closer if possible. Their kisses were out of control just like their heartbeats against each other. Did he also feel the warmth of her body spread through him like a fire out of control?

Red knew he must have died and gone to heaven. They must have been caught by the guards, and one must have shot him. There was no way that this could really be happening. There was no way that his Lizzy would have her legs snugly around his waist and panting in his ear as he was devouring her neck with his hands hot all over her body. Well if this was heaven it was like he never wants to leave again. Hearing Lizzy's desperate moan made him come back to the reality of the situation.

He drove her into the wall a little harder than intended, but he was lost. He was lost in her. She was making rocking movements with her hips that was driving him mad. He tasted every inch of her open neck that he could reach, making mental notes of where her moans seem to become louder. Her hands were inside the jacket of his tux, moving from his hips to his back, back to his chest, and suddenly digging into his shoulders as his palms covered her breasts. He growled against her skin at the feel of her lovely mounds fitting so perfectly in his hands. So lost in the feel of her he was totally unaware of the guards coming to an abrupt stop next to them.

"Excuse me, but you shouldn't be here." The taller guard brought them back to reality.

If Red didn't recall how important it was to place Stefan under custody, he would have shot the guard point-blank for interrupting them. Red felt Lizzy slide down his hips and he quickly placed his hand at her hips for support because was it just his imagination or was she unstable on her feet. Did this little ruse just affect her as badly as it did him? Her eyes did not come up to meet him and she let her head dug shyly into his shoulder away from the two guards and away from him.

Red tried to compose himself before speaking but realized that this ordeal was probably more convincing than intended as the evidence was on her flushed skin and his straining pants.

"Excuse us Gentlemen but my newly wedded wife and I were on our way to our room." Red laughed with a sexy smirk flashed at her that left no doubt to what they were intending to do once int their room.

"Sir this floor is off bounds to all guests, where is your room?" The tall guard once again asked but he seemed to be embarrassed intruding on such an intimate scene.

"The honeymoon suite, it should be just down the hall. We will be off. Sorry again…" he giggled.

Liz could not recall that she ever heard Red make such a noise. It sounded boyish and made him sound far more than a playboy than number 4 on the FBI's most-wanted list. She imagined what Red was like when he was younger. Probably I playboy indeed breaking hearts as far as he went with those handsome features and midnight voice. Would he have looked at her way at all if he met her in her university days? Probably not, she was just not the type of woman she came to be accustomed to Red having on his side. But then again, his erection of their little encounter was still evidently pressing against her stomach as he held her tucked into his chest. There was no way that he was only pretending with the passion they just shared. Or was he just that good?

"Sir the honeymoon suite is one floor up." The bodyguard gestured toward the lift.

"I apologized my beautiful wife must have distracted me when I pressed the floor number."

Red offered as excuse as only Red could while he led her toward the lift pressed closely into his side. She could see that the guards were buying their facade. It would be hard not to see as they indeed looked like two lustful newlyweds that could not manage to get to their room in time. She could still feel him at her side, ready in case, making her feel small at his side as if to protect her if the guards would suddenly change their minds and draw guns on them. Red was protective over her, he always was and probably always will be.

The guards gave them a stern look and made sure that they wouldn't be catching them on this floor again.

Liz left the breath she did not know she was holding as the elevator doors closed between them and the guards. Red seemed to be relieved too. She could feel his muscles relax against her side where he was still pressing her into his side. They made it to their hotel suits and Red locked the door behind them. The danger was gone but still, he did not let go off her. Instead, he turned her towards him.

Lizzy did not know where to look; she knew that she got carried away with their act and that she was probably an open book to him at this moment.

With the emotions still shallow in her eyes. She turned her eyes towards the floor trying to shield her eyes and get her emotions under control before he could tell that she wasn't pretending at all. That having him that near and the passion they shared shook her whole existence. Her flesh was still covered in goosebumps and she felt feverish as the ghost of his touches burned all over her skin. Did he by any chance feel the same or was it merely lust that he felt towards her.

There was no more denying the fact that he was sexually attracted to her. Hell, she could still feel the memory of the impressive size of him pressed between her thighs, there was no faking that. Just the thought of it made her blood rush in her ears again. Dammit, she needs to get a hang of herself, of her emotions, of her love, otherwise, she would not survive this man.

As if Red knew what was going through her head, he softly placed his hands at the sides of her head and turned her face up, towards him. His magnificent green eyes were searching hers.

His dark rich voice was a mere whisper when he spoke.

"Lizzy.."