This is my first story... Please let me know what you think by reviewing! None of these characters are mine, they belong to J. Evanovich. Hope you enjoy...

Language, Sex, and Adult Themes apply...

This is my version of Janet's 16th book.

PLEASE REVIEW... It will make me post faster!

Also I'm sorry for any confusion in the last chapter! I wanted to portray what they were both feeling, but I guess I should go about it differently.

Sixteen Pistols Reloaded- Chapter 4

Stephanie's POV

"Oh, well I'm sure a couple of the guys would let me bunk with them, you know, if you want a room to yourself, for privacy." I said, teasing Ranger.

Lester piped up right then, "By all means, Bomber, you always have an invitation to bunk with me."

"Babe." Ranger growled before he turned to the receptionist, trying hard to keep his cool, and asked if the fitness room was open 24 hours. We were all within ear shot, and Les paled considerably. "0600 hours, Santos."

Tank laughed loudly, and smacked him upside his head, "Dumbass."

Ranger handed out keys to everyone on the way to the elevator, and once everyone stepped in, he looked at me with smoldering eyes, and said "We'll wait for the next one."

I stood next to him as the door to elevator 1 slide closed and took a deep breath, before stepping into elevator 2. Ranger pressed the correct button to get us to the 26th floor and we started moving. Halfway up, he hit the stop button and the elevator abruptly followed his command. The next thing I knew, Ranger pulled me into his arms and kissed me with such ferocity that it took my breath away and made my heart pound as fast as a hummingbird's.

He pulled away after a minute, looking deep into my eyes. "Pigs will fly sooner than you and Santos share a bed," he stated, breathlessly. "I want you in my bed."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Batman. You should know I'm only teasing you. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous," I playfully retorted. I wrapped my arms his neck and nibbled on his ear, hearing a low groan slip out of his beautiful mouth.

"Jealous doesn't even begin to cover it," He pulled me into him, so that not even a piece of paper could separate us, and kissed me hard and with such heat that we both jumped away from each other as if we'd been burned.

The flicker of a flame that started at my core was now a full-fledged wild fire. There was no taming these feelings with donuts and a session with a shower massager... I needed the Cuban Sex God.

Ranger leaned back, smiling as he pressed a button to make the elevator come to life again.

"Damn you and your ESP, Ranger!"

"Babe, you said that out load," he said, chuckling.

I silently cursed myself, and my not so inner-monologue, as we stepped off the elevator.

We made it to our room, which over looked the city. The view wasn't even close to the best part of our hotel. I stepped into the bathroom and it was pure luxury. A large, square Jacuzzi tub stood alone in front of a floor to ceiling window, showing off Times Square and all of the lights twinkling in the night sky.

Our bags had arrived before us, somehow, and Ranger let me know it was time to get ready to head back out. "I'll be back in five, Steph. I'm going to talk to the guys."

I silently nodded while taking in the rest of the room. After standing there for a couple minutes, I got my club wear out of its shiny carrier and then remembered the spicy little number I got to go underneath. I ran to the bathroom quickly and applied my new makeup, and used half a can of hairspray trying to give myself a less messy version of sex hair, then ran back out to the bedroom to change.

I got undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor, and started putting on the sheer, black stockings that hooked to a lacy garter belt. I pulled the garter belt and panties into place, and finally put on the matching bra. I was just slipping into the dress when I heard the door open and shut.

Rangers POV

I was walking back to the room, thinking about how the night would end, when I opened the door to see Stephanie's back to me. The zipper to her dress was open almost down to that sweet little bottom of hers. All I could see was two inches of her black lacy bra. My God, she was stunning.

"Would you like me to zip you up?"

"Oh yes please," Steph replied.

After zipping her dress all the way up, I slid my hands down her sides, resting them on her hips. I spun her around and took a step back, drinking in the sight of her. She was a knockout in a little black dress that fit her trim body like a glove.

"My God, you are absolutely stunning, Stephanie Plum." I said, earning a smile from everyone's favorite bombshell. "Where are your heels, babe?"

She pointed to the DSW bag, so I grabbed it and pushed her gently to sit down on the bed, snagging a quick kiss first. I took the shoes out of the box and one by one, slid them on her delicate little feet and pulled her up. She was now only a couple inches shorter than me.

"How do I look, Batman?" She asked, doing a couple slow turns around.

"Hot as hell doesn't even begin to cover it." She was pure sex in four inch stilettos. I could feel my body reacting the site of her. I pulled her flush to me, so she could feel exactly how good she looked.

Stephanie's eyes lit up and she spoke low, grinding her body into mine. "You know, we could always skip the club..."

"You have no idea how much we could do just that. Unfortunately, there is work to be done. If we work hard though, we can play harder later."

Seconds after hearing that, Stephanie pushed me into the bathroom to freshen up and get ready. I silently laughed, knowing that we were feeling the same.

Stephanie's POV

Ranger and I met the guys back in the lobby, so we could all head to the club together. As soon as the elevator door slid open, I heard the whistles and catcalls coming from my Merry Men, who all looked heartbreakingly handsome wearing pants and button up shirts. My checks blushed three shades pinker at all the attention they were drawing to me.

The ride to the club was quick, and when we got to the velvet rope, it was immediately pulled aside for us. It didn't surprise me one bit, Ranger has connections all over the place. Upon entering the main floor of the club, I stopped dead in my tracks. Not only was the club incredibly high end, but it was a Burlesque strip club, called Pure Escape. Who in the world are we going after?

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