WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains NC-17 material. It is not essential to the plot and can easily be skipped if you so choose.
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chapter twenty-nine
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but i think that you're wild
when you flash that fragile smile
you might think it's foolish
what you put me through
you might think i'm crazy
but all i want is you
-The Cars, "You Might Think"
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She reached out, taking his hand in hers and pulling him to her. He quickly recovered from the shock of her surprise appearance, although his heart was still pounding in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist and settled his body against hers.
"I, um ... Hey," he whispered. "What are you doing here?"
"Jack sent Naomi and I down to interview a visiting professor at University of Maryland in connection with a case we're looking into," she said, leaning forward to kiss him.
He bent his head and brushed his lips against hers before pulling away and laughing quietly. "No, no... That's not what I meant."
"Really?" She teased.
"Well, okay ... it's kind of what I meant," he paused, willing his heart to slow down enough to pump some blood back to his brain and allow him a clear thought process -- not an easy task with Samantha's body snug against his own and her playful smile warming him to the core. "How did you ... get in?" He finally managed.
At this, Sam grinned mischievously and ran her fingers along the nape of his neck, sending pleasant tingling sensations down the length of his spine. "You underestimate me," she raised her eyebrows suggestively. "I got past security downstairs with my badge. As far as your office door is concerned? You should get your locks changed. They're really easy to pick."
He laughed against her lips before deepening their kiss, smiling as she relaxed against him and easily opened her mouth to allow his tongue access. Her hands ran along his shoulders and biceps, then trailed indistinct patterns along his neck and to his jaw line, while his own hands caressed the smooth contours of her back through the thin material of her blouse. He inhaled deeply, the smell of her perfume and shampoo and something else that was distinctly her washing over his senses, and he felt alive.
When they finally pulled away, she beamed up at him, an impish grin playing on her lips through slow, shallow, uneven breaths that matched his own panting. "What?" she said innocently as he gazed tenderly down at the sight of her.
He pushed a lock of her sleek blonde hair back behind her ear and breathed, "Nothing. It's just ... I'm really happy to see you."
"Mmm," she murmured from low in her throat, grinding her hips slowly against his. "I can see that."
His hips thrust forward instinctively in response, his erection already straining at his slacks. "So ... you want to go home?" He asked breathlessly.
Sam ran her hands from his jaw line to place them firmly against his shoulders, a glint in her eyes as she said, "No."
He looked down at her questioningly, as she took both of his hands in hers and stepped backwards, pulling him along with her until her backside hit the mahogany wood of his desk.
"Here will do just fine," she said matter-of-factly.
Martin exhaled from deep in his chest and reached behind her to clear a spot on his desk. He lifted her up just slightly so that she sat on the edge of the desk, and settled himself between her thighs. "Are you sure?" He asked, both with concern and bemusement, and he ran his hands along her thighs, stopping over the area where the bullet scar marred her skin. In the weeks during her recovery, he had always aired on the side of caution to silently gauge what she felt comfortable with. If he had to take a few more cold showers, then so be it.
Her eyes locked with his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he lowered his head willingly. He kissed her with need, want, and urgency, realizing how deeply and intensely he missed her when they had to be apart.
She began to tug at his jacket and tie, while he worked on the buttons of her blouse. Once their shirts had been properly discarded, he stepped back to study her in the dim light of his office. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders and framed her face, her brown eyes shone with desire, and her chest rose and fell with every panting breath she took. He leaned forward and moved his lips to kiss along her collarbone and the base of her throat. Her fingers began to unfasten his belt and applied gentle pressure as she worked the zipper of his slacks.
Now standing in front of her clad only in his boxers, he ran his hands along her back until he could unfasten the clasp of her bra. "We've got to get you caught up," he whispered throatily, and she rested her head against his chest as she giggled.
He began to stroke the swell of her breasts, her nipples hardening under his ministrations. She moaned softly and arched her back as his mouth followed the same path as his hands, and she scooted off the desk to allow him leverage to remove her slacks and underwear. She slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers before discarding those as well, sliding her nimble fingers along his erection as she freed it from the constricting cotton material.
He slipped his palms around her slender waist, lifting her once again to rest against the edge of his desk. She grabbed onto his shoulders, holding on to him tightly and wrapping her legs around him as he slid inside of her. When he knew that she was steady, he began to pump slowly in and out. His thrusts grew faster as the intensity built between them, and she tilted her body backwards to allow him to penetrate deeper. He forced his eyes to remain open and she did the same; he loved watching the expressions on Sam's face as they made love.
She began to thrust her own hips with more force, and he could tell that she was close. He took one hand from around her hips and slid it between them, reaching with his thumb and index finger to rub small circles around her swollen clit to help her along. Her inner muscles began to contract and spasm around him as her climax overtook her, and a few more quick thrusts were all he needed before he felt his own orgasm follow. He moaned her name from deep in his throat as the waves of ecstasy washed over him, holding her body tight against his, and she quivered with pleasure in his arms.
Unable to remain steady on his feet any longer, he guided her backwards to lie on top of his desk while they recovered. He tenderly wiped a few beads of sweat from her forehead, placing a soft kiss against her lips, while their ragged breathing slowly evened and returned to normal.
He gazed down to find her watching him intently, and felt his heart swell and skip a beat. He waggled his eyebrows and said, "So ... welcome to Washington."
She buried her head against his bare chest and giggled. Finally looking back into his eyes she motioned for them to stand up and begin redressing.
He had slipped on his boxers and slacks and was beginning to work on the buttons of his dress shirt when he stopped to watch her. She was fastening the buttons on her own blouse and he simply drank in the sight of her bathed in the dim light. She was so beautiful.
From somewhere above the air conditioning began to kick in, the cool air welcome as it hit his bare skin. She shivered suddenly, and he bent over to retrieve his jacket from the floor and draped it around her shoulders.
Sam reached out to squeeze his hand and tilted her head to smile at him. Her voice came in a soft whisper as she murmured, "What do you say we go home?"
Martin closed his eyes and nodded, thinking how much he liked the way that sounded.
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