I don't own Chuck. Actually, I don't own much of anything.

This is not new content. In fact, it is almost ten years old.

I didn't know that anything like fanfiction existed. There was already a community of folks dedicated to telling the exact story I was dying to read. It was a match made in heaven. They were having so much fun talking about their stories, and life in general, that I wanted to join. So I decided to write a story, mostly as an excuse to join their conversation.

The thing is, I'm not a writer. As a result that first effort was… well, embarrassing. My hand was shaking so badly that I could barely click the link to post the first chapter. But something magical happened. I received my first review… and I was hooked.

The community quickly started helping me to grow as a writer. One of the first, LeeCan, sorta took me under his wing. I'm pretty sure that I still have the scars from BrickRoad teaching me grammar. BTW, English sucks. Anyway gradually, I got better. One of the things I learned over the years was to not be in such a hurry to tell the story, to allow it to evolve. So hopefully, I can fix those flaws here.

When I first started writing, there were several teenaged girls, just a little younger than my daughter, who were my friends. Call me old fashioned, but I was uncomfortable writing anything about sex knowing they would be reading. Now those girls are grown women. So I'm not nearly as uncomfortable. This will always be comfortably T. But it will be more descriptive.

Look, I get that interest in things Chuck has waned. That's as it should be. So, while I'd always love to hear from you, I'm not doing this for hits or reviews. I'm doing this for me. Hopefully you can enjoy it as well.

The New and Improved Asset

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Sarah knew that she wouldn't have to wait long. Once she flashed that smile, the battle was almost always, for all intents and purposes, over. She had barely sat back down before White approached her table. "I'm sorry to interrupt but it looks like you are having some trouble," he said. "Such a beautiful lady should never be alone. Mind if I join you?"

Sarah understood that this was a time for focus. But she couldn't help compare this smooth talking jerk to her Chuck. And the amazing thing was that Chuck felt inferior to these testosterone filled, narcissistic idiots. That's something she would have to help him with. But right now, she had a job to do, so she looked up and smiled. "Please," she answered.

"My name is Rick," White began as he held out his hand. "If you don't mind me saying so, that guy is an idiot."

That he wouldn't release her hand right away was so predictable that Sarah had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. "Thanks," she replied in that soft sexy voice that drove these guys wild. "I'm June." Sarah always used June as her cover name in these situations. It was her favorite month. "This is what I get for going on a blind date set up by my dentist. He obviously thought he was going to get lucky right here in the restaurant. I just can't seem to find the right man."

"Can I buy you a drink?" White asked.

Of course he would buy her a drink. He'd buy her as many drinks as he could talk her into tipping back. "Thank you," Sarah said.

"As a matter of fact, I just used mine to get rid of an idiot."

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As soon as Chuck got outside of the restaurant, he dialed Casey's number.

Casey answered on the second ring. "This had better be good, Bartowski," he growled into the phone. "My favorite TV dinner is getting ready come out of the oven."

Chuck willed the calm into his voice, but his heart was beating a million times a minute. Sarah was in danger. "Casey," he said. "Listen to me. Sarah and I were at a restaurant and I flashed on the leader of a White Supremacy group named Pure Blood. Sarah sent me out to call you. She's inside now trying to get close to the leader. She wants you to bring her a GPS tracker."

At least, that ended the snarky attitude. Casey instantly transformed into agent mode. "Bartowski," he said. "Where exactly are you?"

Chuck took a deep breath. "We're at the new Italian restaurant called Guido's. It's two blocks south of the Buy More. I'm outside in the Nerd Herder."

"Don't move," Casey growled. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

It was actually only about eighteen minutes before Casey was knocking on the window. Chuck unlocked the door and let him into the passenger's seat.

"Okay," Casey said in a hushed tone. "What exactly is the situation?"

Chuck took another deep breath. "There are four gang members inside including the leader, Rick White," he began. "They are planning a Ricin attack on the Democratic National Convention to protest Barack Obama winning the nomination. Sarah is inside trying to get them to compromise the location of their Ricin capabilities."

Casey nodded. There wasn't a better person to have stumbled onto this lead. This was exactly the type of mission that had made Agent Walker famous in the first place. They just needed to be in position to support her. "Okay," he said. "I'll go in and slip her the tracking device that I brought. I'll be right back. Don't move an inch."

Chuck could only sit there and wait nervously for Casey to return. It seemed like an hour, but really was only a few minutes before Casey was back in the car. "How did it go?" Chuck asked anxiously.

"Great," Casey replied. "I was able to slip her the package. Now it's all up to Walker. She is at a table with the four gang members. It looks like they are getting very comfortable, if you know what I mean."

"What happens if she isn't able to get them to compromise their location?" Chuck asked nervously.

Casey laughed. Chuck should get this. He'd seen it happen enough times over the past year. "Let me ask you a question," he said. "You meet someone who looks like Walker in a bar. She's almost wearing a dress like the one that Walker's almost wearing. She hangs on every word that you say and laughs at all of your jokes. After a few drinks, she's willing to go home with you. What would you do?"

Casey smiled as he saw the look that crossed Chuck's face. "Exactly," he said. "She's the very best at this. That poor bastard doesn't stand a chance."

Chuck seemed to accept that. And they did have a few minutes to kill. So why not have a little fun? "By the way," Casey continued. "What were you and Walker doing in this restaurant anyway?"

Chuck thought about how to answer. He remembered Sarah's warning from last night about Casey finding out. It was far too upscale of a place to claim it was a cover date. So probably best to play dumb. "Nothing," he stammered. "We were just having dinner. I mentioned to her at lunch that I had never been here. She hadn't either. We figured, you know, we gotta eat."

Casey pressed his advantage. "Then why in the world was Walker wearing that dress?" he asked with a noticeable sneer in his voice.

Chuck looked at the floor. Playing dumb was actually harder than it looked. "I'm not sure, Casey," he answered. "She usually doesn't solicit my opinion on her wardrobe choices. You should probably ask her. Maybe she hadn't gotten to the dry cleaners and that was the only thing she had clean."

"Right," Casey grunted. Then he became mercifully silent. He turned his attention to the phone to brief Beckman.

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After about forty very uncomfortable minutes, Casey spotted Sarah and the gang leaving the restaurant. Agent Walker had struck gold again. They were laughing and obviously had consumed more than their share of drinks. "Show time," he said.

"What is it about you spy types and show time?" Chuck asked. "That's what Sarah said. What does that even mean?"

This wasn't the time for any mindless Bartowski babbling. That had to be nipped in the bud. "It means if you don't shut up," Casey growled. "I'm going to rip your lungs out."

Casey got out his night vision binoculars and monitored the group. He just couldn't resist taking a shot at Bartowski's pathetic crush on Walker. The sad look on his face never got old. "Would you look at that," he remarked. "That Rick White dude is looking awfully comfortable for a terrorist. Look at his hand all over Walker's ass."

Casey looked to see Chuck's reaction but Chuck just stared straight ahead. They watched as Sarah and the gang piled into a van that was parked on the opposite side of the road and about five cars away. Once they were all in, the van pulled away.

Chuck turned to Casey. "Aren't we going to follow them?"

"Relax," was Casey's dismissive reply. "Of course we're going to follow them. I'm tracking them right now with the GPS in Sarah's purse. Switch places with me and I'll drive. I don't want you panicking and tipping them off.

As Casey pulled away, he couldn't help but take one last shot. "Keep a lookout for Walker's dress on the side of the road," he said. "If they toss it out the window, we'll stop and pick it up so she'll have something to wear home." He chuckled at Chuck's devastated look.

Nope, it never got old.

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It was child's play to follow the GPS signal without being seen. After a drive of about twenty minutes they pulled up to a house in a quiet, residential neighborhood. The van was parked in the driveway. Sarah and the gang were obviously already inside. Casey parked the herder on the street, a few houses away.

Casey pulled out his gun and turned to Chuck. "I'm going to go scout out the situation," he said. "Depending on how many men, we may need backup. Stay right here. Understood?"

"Understood," was Chuck's single word reply.

That wasn't nearly good enough. "Chuck, I'm not joking around," Casey growled. "This is a very dangerous situation. Do not leave this car under any circumstances. Do you understand?"

Chuck had already had about enough of being treated like a child. "Casey," he said sarcastically. "You've explained your instructions in a very articulate manner. They have been both clear and concise. I understand. I'll stay in the damn car."

Casey took out the dome light so it wouldn't come on as he opened the car door. He quietly went around to the back of the house.

Of course, Chuck had been on enough of these missions over the past year to know that they rarely went exactly as planned. This was no exception. Just as Casey disappeared into the darkness, he noticed two cars pull up in front of the house. Four men emerged from each car.

This was not good. Casey was expecting four men. He and Sarah could handle that. But twelve? He needed to warn them.

But how? Chuck thought about getting out of the car to try and find Casey. That wouldn't work. Sarah had explained the rules very clearly last night. She trusted him. She would never forgive him if he broke their deal on the first day. Then again, what if something bad happened to her? How could he live with that? Then it came to him. Grabbing his cell phone, he sent a text message to Casey's number.

8 more bad guys coming.

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Casey felt his phone vibrate in his pants. Bartowski, this had better be good. As he read the message his eyes widened. Twelve men were too many for the two of them to handle. He'd have to get Walker out of there. That would blow the cover, but there was no choice. At least they had discovered the location. Beckman could send a cleanup force to gather any Intel they could. That's probably the best they could do under the circumstances.

Casey silently crept up to a back window and peaked inside. Luckily it had been a warn day and the window was already open. There was a screen but that was no problem. Quickly, Casey was in the house.

Casey could hear Rick White and Sarah talking in the next room. Casey strained to hear the conversation.

"Well, June," White said. "You look amazingly hot in that dress. I do believe it's about time for me to see what you look like with it off."

Sarah grinned. This moron had just made the classic mistake. He obviously wasn't bashful about necking in front of people. His hands being everywhere in the van proved that rather conclusively. If he had kept her in the room with his gang and continued her public groping, she would have been trapped. Twelve men were too many to fight, especially without her gun. There wouldn't even be a good chance to stall long enough for Casey to get in position. Her dress would soon be off, and the other eleven would be drawing cards to see who got the first crack at sloppy seconds.

But White had miscalculated. He wanted his tipsy blonde conquest alone in his bedroom. Now they were finally on her turf. Agent Walker could take this idiot with both hands cuffed behind her back. They were assured privacy. The gang thought that he was back here in the process of getting laid. Even better, she'd be able to tell Chuck that she had kept her promise. "Sorry, Rick," Sarah teased. "Thanks for calling me hot. That was nice. I've been told that I look even more amazing with the dress off. Too bad you're never going to find out. The dress stays on."

White wasn't worried. He wasn't prepared to wait any longer. She was drunk. Maybe if he explained the situation, she'd listen to reason before he had to get physical. "I think that you'd better look around," he said. "You got into a van with four men that you had never seen before. Didn't your mama ever warn you about how dangerous that is? I think we both know what the current facts are. You should know something about me. I hate teases. You're alone with twelve men. One way or another, I'm getting what you promised. The only way you're getting out of here is through me. I'm a reasonable guy. It doesn't have to get rough. I'll give you one more chance to lose the dress on your own before I take matters into my own hands."

Sarah's grin grew as she nodded. "Okay, Rick," she agreed. "Thank you for being reasonable. I do see your point. I agree, we can do this your way." She grabbed his hand with her off hand and twisted it in the wrong direction until she could hear the bones break. His eyes widened in shock as he fell to his knees in pain. "I'm ready for you to take matters into your own hands now," she taunted. "That's what you wanted isn't it? Unfortunately, that may be a problem. It doesn't look like they're working so well." She didn't wait for a response. A roundhouse kick to the side of his head knocked him unconscious.

"Real nice kick, Walker," Casey said as he entered the open door.

Sarah grinned at him. "Thanks," she said. "I'm getting pretty good at it. We can go down to the gym later and I'll teach it to you."

Casey laughed. "No, thanks," he said. "I think that I pulled a groin watching you do it. I'll stick to a more practical weapon." He handed Sarah a gun. "I think it's time to get out of Dodge. Let's go out the window."

"If we leave now they'll get away," Sarah protested. "I say we stay and fight it out."

Casey shook his head. "We're too outmanned to fight," he argued. "There are twelve heavily armed men out there with nothing to lose. Well, eleven, counting out your horny friend here. I say we leave and let Beckman send in the cavalry."

Just then, one of the gang members spotted Rick lying on the floor. "What the hell?" he asked as he raised his weapon. He fell in a heap with one of Casey's bullets between his eyes.

"I thought that you wanted to leave?" Sarah teased. "You have a funny way of saying goodbye."

"Yeah," Casey replied as he and Sarah ducked for cover. "That didn't work out well, did it?"

Five more gang members came running down the hall, firing their guns as they ran. Within a few seconds, all five lay dead.

As Casey paused to reload, Sarah turned to him. "Nice shooting," she teased.

"Well, we all have our skills," Casey replied. "We can go down to the range and I'll teach you."

In spite of the tense situation, Sarah laughed. Sarah was an excellent shot, one of the best. She wasn't as good of a shot as Casey… but who was?

"We still have some work to do," Casey said. "There are still five bad guys here someplace." But when they searched all of the rooms, no one was left. They had all obviously escaped in the confusion during the gunfight.

Casey turned to Sarah in concern. "We need to find Bartowski," he said.

"Relax," Sarah replied calmly. "Chuck is waiting in the car."

"How do you know?"

"You told him to stay in the car, didn't you," Sarah asked confidently. It was just a guess. But it was a pretty good bet.

"Yes," Casey replied. "But you do realize that we're talking about Bartowski? We always tell him to stay in the car. How often has that actually happened?"

Sarah grinned at him. "I've got a feeling that you might be surprised this time," she said.

"Let's go find out."

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Sure enough, when they got to the car, Chuck was inside. He appeared surprisingly calm under the circumstances. "I'm glad to see you made it safely," he said to them. If his eyes were only on Sarah, and they were, that could probably be forgiven. "How'd it go?"

"We killed six and captured one," Casey sighed. "But five escaped. That's going to be an issue."

"No one escaped," Chuck replied.

Casey's tolerance for nonsense from Chuck was never high. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "There were twelve. Sarah captured one and we killed six. Unless my math has gone to hell, that leaves five."

"No one escaped," Chuck insisted.

Sarah stepped between them before things got out of hand. "Chuck, what do you mean?" she asked softly.

"Well," Chuck began. "When I saw the eight men drive up, I knew that was too many for you to fight alone. As soon as I sent the text message to Casey, I called General Beckman. She sent some backup. I briefed the squad on the phone while they were in route. They arrived just as the shooting started. I was listening to them talking to Beckman on the conference call. They saw the five bad guys leaving and were going to grab them but Beckman decided to have them followed to see where they were going. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll lead us to something important."

Casey's mouth literally fell open. "Well, nice work, Bartowski. I guess. The only thing left to do is get a cleanup team here."

Chuck grinned. Casey would rather eat broken glass than pay him a compliment. That must have really hurt. "They've already been dispatched," he replied. "As a matter of fact, I think that's them pulling up now."

Sure enough the cleanup crew had arrived. After a few minutes of giving them instructions, Casey returned to the car. "Let's get out of here," he said.

"Take me back to pick up my car and we'll meet at my place to debrief."

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The debriefing couldn't have possibly gone any better. General Beckman was ecstatic at the huge win that literally came out of nowhere. "Excellent work," she praised. "Not only did we capture Rick White, we killed six other gang members. The backup team I dispatched tailed the five escaped gang members. They led them to another gang safe house where they captured another ten members. In the basement of the house you were at we found a lab to produce Ricin. They had already stockpiled enough to kill several thousand people and were making more. Not only did you save the lives of thousands of people, you helped us avoid a serious national crisis. Well done!"

In these meetings, Casey was usually the team spokesman. "Thank you, General," he replied.

"It's funny," Beckman continued. "Even though you've both been trained to be solo agents, you're obviously more effective as a team. We're going to have to think about that to see if we should change our thinking. And, Bartowski, way to use your head. Again, well done. You're dismissed."

Casey was the happiest that Chuck had ever seen. "Well, I guess we can call this a night," he said. "Bartowski, will you wait for Walker in the car? I'd like to have a word with her."

As soon as Chuck left the room, Casey turned to Sarah. "What's going on with you and Bartowski?" Casey questioned.

Sarah was very concerned. Casey always had his suspicions. There could be no valid explanation for being in that restaurant dressed like they were. He could really make trouble for them. So taking a page out of Chuck's playbook, she played dumb. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Casey refused to let her off the hook. "Come on, Walker," he snorted. "You and Bartowski didn't just happen to be in that restaurant. You didn't just happen to be wearing that dress. That wasn't a cover date. Bartowski didn't just happen to start behaving like an alter boy. You were on a real date, weren't you? You told Bartowski that if he started behaving, you'd date him for real. Tell me I'm wrong."

What could Sarah possibly say to that? She could deny it until she was blue in the face, but Casey would never buy it anyway. "Assuming, just for the sake of argument, that you're right, how would you feel?" Sarah asked. It wasn't exactly an admission, but it really was.

Casey popped her concern like a bubble. "Walker," he laughed. "If I could get Bartowski to behave like that, I'd consider dating him myself."

Sarah's sigh of relief was noticeable. Casey had just told her that he'd keep their secret. That was huge. "I'll let him know," she laughed. "You never know. I just wouldn't get my hopes up."

As Sarah reached the door, Casey stopped her. "Walker," he called softly. "Be careful. These things between agents and civilians almost always end badly."

Of course he was absolutely right. Sarah knew it as well as he did. They almost always ended badly. But Sarah had no choice but to make it work… and the truth was she didn't want one. "I know," she admitted. "Chuck isn't exactly a civilian. But trust me. I know all of the risks. The thing is… he's worth it. My job is to get him to believe that."

"Goodnight, Walker," Casey said to the now empty room after Sarah closed the door behind her.

"Good luck."

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Chuck was waiting for Sarah when she got to car. She stepped right up and threw her arms around him. "I can't tell you how proud I am of you," she sighed.

"Thanks," Chuck replied as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. "I'm very proud of you too. You single handily just compromised a terrorist group and took it out."

"Not alone," Sarah protested. "I had a lot of help."

As they got in the car, Chuck turned to Sarah. "I think Casey knows about us," he said.

"Why? What did he say?"

"Nothing really," Chuck replied. "He definitely noticed how you were dressed. He also took great pleasure in pointing out every time a terrorist would touch your ass."

"So, you saw that?" Sarah asked sadly.

Chuck laughed. "Well, it was sort of hard not to with Casey giving me a play by play," he said. "It was sort of like listening to a baseball game on the radio. Tell me. Does that happen often?"

Sarah took full note of his teasing tone. So she matched it. "I really wish that I could tell you no," she said. "The truth is it happens a lot. Evil men seem attracted to my butt. It's getting to the point where, when we find fingerprints at a scene, we don't bother the FBI. We just match them against my butt."

"Wow," Chuck teased. "I always knew your butt was beautiful. Now I find that it's practical as well."

"You're right about Casey," Sarah said. "He told me that if he could get you to behave like you did tonight, he would date you."

Chuck looked at her in horror. "Seriously," he protested. "Why would you tell me something like that? That is just wrong."

Sarah laughed for a long moment before turning serious. "So," she said. "About seeing me with White… you're not jealous? Chuck, it's okay. You just heard about your girlfriend picking up a strange man in a bar and going home with him. This is the time when you're allowed to be jealous. Let's get it on the table and deal with it." One of the things they would have to deal with was a better label. Girlfriend was much too tame. Fiancé was probably more technically accurate. But that was still pretty scary.

"Actually, I'm not jealous," was Chuck's reply. "Don't get me wrong. Before yesterday, I would have gone crazy. But you really helped me last night. Knowing that we're together makes it a lot easier for me. I was thinking about it while I was waiting in the car. I decided that being jealous was selfish. I was worried about myself when I should have been worried about you. That's what being in love means. You're the one who has to put up with coming on to the scum of the earth and letting them paw all over you. I should be supporting you. I always should have. I want you to know that I'm really sorry about that. The last thing you should have to deal with is worrying about me being jealous while you're trying to do a nasty job."

Sarah was floored. "Wow," she said. "That is, without a doubt, the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me." After a few seconds, she added, "I want you to know that I love you."

"And I think that's the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me," Chuck said. "I love you too. I didn't expect to hear that from you very often. I know that's hard for you. I get it."

Sarah's smile lit up the dark car. "It shouldn't be hard," she said. "That's something I need to work on. You deserve it. You're right. Being together makes it a lot easier… for me too. Chuck, you're really trying hard to make this work. I appreciate that. You need to know that I'll work just as hard. There are lots of things you're getting cheated out of. I feel bad about that. But mostly, it's true. I do love you."

They were silent for the rest of the ride, just enjoying the moment without speaking. As they walked hand in hand to Sarah's door, Chuck finally broke the silence. "Sarah, I hate that our first date ended like this," he said. "It's not that late. Do you want to go get a drink someplace?"

Sarah furrowed her brow. "Chuck," she sighed. "I'm sorry but it's been a really long day. I just want to go to bed. Would you be terribly disappointed if we waited for another night to have that drink?"

Chuck was trying hard to hide his disappointment but he wasn't being very successful.

"Sure," he said. "We can do it another night. I'm sure you're really tired." He leaned in and gave Sarah a quick kiss. "Well, goodnight."

As he turned to leave he felt Sarah's hand grab his wrist. One thing about Sarah, if she had a hold of your wrist and didn't want you to leave, the only way you were leaving was without that arm. "Just where do you think you're going?" she asked with a grin.

Chuck looked at her. "I thought you said you just wanted to go to… Oh."

"Come on, Chuck," Sarah laughed as she opened the door. "I thought you were supposed to be the genius of the team? Who said anything about being tired? I sure hope you're not planning on getting much sleep tonight."

"Sorry," Chuck replied as they entered the room. "I'm not that experienced with beautiful women inviting me to bed… or any women when it comes right down to it. In my experience, when a woman tells me she wants to go to bed, she means for me to leave. And, no, I think I can stay up all night if needed."

Sarah laughed. He probably didn't get the double entendre. She was going to do her best to get him to stay up all night. "That's going to be a problem," she said. "Maybe I need to call Carina and have her teach me to be less subtle."

"You're getting ready to go to bed with a man on the first date," Chuck teased. "Maybe there's a little more Carina in you than you're letting on."

That got them both laughing… until Sarah stepped up and pressed her lips to his. That stopped any laughing. It quickly escalated until their tongues were dancing and this afternoon was left standing in the dust. Chuck ramped up the arousal several notches when she grabbed his hand and guided it to her breast over her dress. If he hadn't noticed her arousal earlier in the Orange Orange, he couldn't possibly miss it now. She was about to poke through the fabric. Sarah knew all along that this would be great, but she wasn't prepared for this feeling. She found herself in uncharted territory. All she could do was moan her approval as Chuck finally got the hint and she felt his hand slide into the top of her dress. They stayed firmly necking at second base until Sarah couldn't wait any longer. Fortunately, her bed was only a couple of steps away.

Sarah had planned a long time ago how her first seduction of Chuck would happen. It was now time to execute. "Just one more thing," she said as she finally broke the kiss and took a step back. "I promised you I would try to keep this dress on all night. I kept that promise best I could. But now I'm tired of trying." Indeed, Sarah slowly tugged at the zipper. Gravity quickly did its job and the dress was pooled at her feet, leaving her in stockings, heels, and mostly invisible panties. "I've been waiting for this moment for an entire year. I've imagined it most every night. Just to be clear, my expectations of you in this area are off the charts. Any questions?"

Chuck found that he couldn't speak. It was like one of those dreams Casey constantly teased him about. All he could do was shake his head as he watched the most beautiful woman in the whole world reach down and slowly slide the panties down her long legs. Once she had stepped out of them, she moved her arms to her side and stood there posing for his inspection. Words weren't her strength. Hopefully he understood the gesture she was making. Their relationship had strict rules… unfair rules that no reasonable man should be forced to live with. But from this moment forward, she would make sure she would give him every single thing that she possibly could. This view, in the fully lit room, was now one of several of his fundamental rights. She was visibly trembling with desire, making zero effort to hide her perfect body from his admiring gaze. He turned a little red. But to his credit, he did finally take in the view from head to toe, and back again. If the bulge in his slacks was any indication… and it surely was, he was just as aroused as she was.

"Speaking isn't mandatory," she teased. "Not to be critical, but now's not the time for talking anyway. I expect a lot more action from you."

"I trust that in thirty seconds, I'm not the only one naked."

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