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Thanks for the reviews for the previous chapter. I'm glad some people are enjoying bad-ass Sam :-)

So it starts to get a bit...rougher(?) from now on, language and sex, but all completely consensual. So I hope you enjoy :-)

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She could tell he wasn't happy about admitting defeat, but he was usually too tightly in control of himself for him to win. And neither of them were under any illusion this was anything other than a game...

She wanted him to let go, let loose that bad-ass black-ops mother-fucker she knew was lurking beneath the surface. She was a strong woman and most of the time she liked to be in control, but there were most definitely times she wanted to be controlled and she hadn't found too many men, if any, who could handle her. Until she met him. And tonight she wanted to be controlled, to be dominated. Now to get him to come out and play...

She smiled to herself knowing exactly the right buttons to push. She wasn't a certified God damned genius for nothing.

"Well, that was easy," she said with a snort, making sure to pack a good amount of derision in there. "You going soft on me Jack?" she asked as she moved back from him a little. She looked him up and down, a smirk coming to her lips. "You know maybe Danny was right," she said, her eyes coming back to his as she delivered the line she knew would push him over the edge. "Should I be expecting flowers and chocolates next time?"

Jack knew what she was trying to do and if she wanted the ruthless bastard...then hey, she can have him, he thought as he lunged at her with a sound just short of a roar, shoving her roughly back against the door. She struggled against him, and he pushed down on the arm he had braced across her chest while he jammed his right knee between hers forcing her legs apart so he could press his right hip into her crotch.

"You might be wishing for romantic by the time this is over Carter," he growled in her face.

And there you are, she thought, recognising that sexy as fuck, dangerous as hell glint in his dark eyes. The throb between her legs increased exponentially at the thought of what was to come, her lips pulling back in a savage smile. "Fuck romantic!" she snarled. She let out a sound that was half groan, half growl as he flipped her around, his arm across her shoulder blades now, forcing her into the unforgiving timber of his solid front door. Shivers ran through her, goosebumps rising as his mouth latched onto the side of her neck, his teeth grazing roughly across her skin.

"Be careful what you wish for Captain..."

He pushed his knee between hers again, his hardness pressing into her ass to keep her in place as he moved his arm, letting the pressure off her upper body so he could pull the zipper of her jacket down the rest of the way. Even though she was pushing back against him still, he thought it had more to do with her wanting to feel him against her than it did with her trying to get out of his grasp, so instead of returning his forearm to where it had been, he placed it against the door an inch from her head, leaning his entire body against her now.

When he stilled Sam shifted her head back slightly so that her cheek came into contact with his, turning her face just a little so their lips were nearly touching. When he moved to close the gap as she knew he would she spoke. "Still waiting for the candles to start flickering," she breathed, grinning when he pulled his head back away from her.

God she can be such a fucking bitch, Jack thought as he shifted his hips back a little so he could slip his hand between her and the door. He trailed his lips up the back of her neck, smiling against her skin as she shifted back further making more room for him. He flicked open the button of her pants, pausing a second before he lowered the zipper, placing his palm flat on her belly, his little finger brushing lightly across her deliciously bare mound. A few moments later he heard her low growl of frustration that he hadn't moved his hand deeper into her pants. Keeping his hand deliberately still he grinned when she started to rise up onto her toes bringing his fingers into contact with her. He chuckled at her groan of pleasure, her forehead falling forward onto the door when he started to roughly stroke her.

"You're an asshole," she mumbled.

"You asked for it," he whispered into her ear.

She did. And he had her so turned on, so fucking wet for him she was nearly there and he'd only rubbed one finger over her clit half a dozen times. "Oh fuck," she breathed. And then his hand was gone leaving her adrift. "What the fu..."

Jack spun her around to face him, his body forcing hers back against the door again, his lips crashing down on hers, his tongue forcing its way past her lips.

She moaned into his mouth as he ground himself against her bringing her so so close...and then she growled as he moved back away from her.

"Laundry day Carter?" he asked as he reached out and fingered the open front of her jacket trying to hide how much he appreciated the sight of her in only her bra, chest heaving, and no shirt to hide that beautiful body from his eyes. She was magnificent. Brilliant, sexy, wild. His eyes flicked back up to hers. And absolutely furious with him for making her wait...

His lips barely touched her skin as he trailed down over the tops of her breasts, down her toned abs and the soft skin of her belly, til he was on his knees in front of her, his tongue tracing the last few inches. Her hand went into his hair, her nails dragging across his scalp as she tried to get him to where she needed him to be.

He flicked open the clips on her big heavy boot, holding it while she slipped her slender foot free. His eyebrows rose and his cock jumped when he saw her red painted toenails. Carter was all female, but she was definitely not feminine so this little touch surprised the hell out of him while at the same time turning him on even more. If that's at all possible, he thought as he turned his attention back to her body.

"You know this would be so much easier if you'd wear a dress every once in a while," he grumbled.

"Not gonna happen," she assured him. "I hate that I have to wear that stupid skirt with my dress blues!"

"You know you look hot in them."

"You wanna bend me over the briefing room table and fuck me Colonel?"

"Every damn time," he admitted. "Right in front of everyone."

"Including Walter?" she asked.

He stared up at her. "You got a thing for Walter?"

She snorted. "No, but he's just so prim and proper I'd love to see the look on his face when he walked into the briefing room with all his little folders to see you balls deep fucking me up the ass."

Jack raised an eyebrow. So far that was the only thing that had been off the table. Possibly until now.

He held the bottom of her leather pants and as soon as she pulled her leg free he pushed her thighs apart, his mouth finding her hot, wet centre, groaning at the taste of her on his tongue, growling at the feel of her nails digging into his scalp.

"You are so fucking good at that!" she moaned as she started to rock against him.

Jack could tell she was close as she ground against him. He knew having him on his knees in front of her, his face buried in her lap, making her come with just his tongue, and his lips and his teeth would make her feel like she was in control, like she had all the power in this wild little game they played, but he knew better. She was hard to resist, especially when all he wanted to do was drag her down the hall to his bedroom and fuck her senseless, but he was the one with the self control out of the two of them. A few moments later and a graze of his teeth over her throbbing nub and she was coming as she ground against his face.

And three...two...one...

Sam's fingers scrabbled for purchase on his shirt, trying to pull him up to her. Coming with his tongue buried inside of her was always incredible, but she needed him inside of her to get to where she knew he could take her.

Jack slowly got to his feet, pushing her hand away when she grabbed for his belt.

"Fuck me," she demanded.

A slow smirk came over Jacks features as he looked at her, flushed, panting and still so much in need of him...just as he knew she would be. "No."

"What!?" she nearly yelled. Then the realisation hit her. "You are such a fucking prick!" she sneered as she made another grab for his pants.

"I am what I am Carter," he replied cheerily. "Now get your shit together and meet me at the park...or not..." he said as he opened the door and walked out towards his truck.

"You suck O'Neill!" she called after him, knowing she'd be on her bike as soon as she could get her boot done back up.

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So Jack can be a bad-ass too ;-D

Hope you enjoyed it. One more chapter to go

As usual, lemme know what ya think :-D