Chapter 5

Bow-Chicka-Bow-Wow…

"Well who's going to be the lucky winner tonight?" Cassandra asks, standing up to make room on the love seat. Olivia realized she was moving the table out of the way, already designating space for Olivia's private dance area for her. How courteous of her, Olivia sarcastically thought…

Trevor felt Olivia tense up under his touch as he tried to rub her shoulder cap. But she melted when he whispered "You got this, just spread your wings a little."

"Oh, you have no idea." She whispered back before she realized she had said that out loud... Subconsciously she reached to her earrings to remove them. Trevor noticed she was getting ready to lay them down, so he scooped them from her hand to put into his jacket pocket.

"If I'm going to do this, no need for others to hear this. Well, at least hear more than they need to tonight." Olivia said, still in a lowered voice to the lawyer. He wasn't even thinking when he returned his hands around her, trying to ease her nervousness she tried to shake. Olivia could feel his green eyes on her body, and thought for a moment that if she danced for him, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep it work appropriate. But this whole night wasn't appropriate. They flew pass that boundary as soon as they went past the curtain of the playroom!

When his hands roamed down her rib cage to lean in again, she finally said under her breath, "Oh no, you already got your dance earlier. Now you get to watch. Again."

He let out a sigh as she was motioning to get up and stood next to Cassandra, creating as much room as possible from his intoxicating spell.

The lawyer rubbed a hand over his face as he shook his head. If only she was here under a different circumstance tonight... He immediately missed her body heat next to him.

The girls where busy as the guys waited for what was going to unfold next. Elliot half expected his partner to dance with Cassandra, but quickly changed that visual in his mind when he realized Olivia trying to make eye contact with him.

"Elliot, do you mind if Cassandra borrows your watch?" She said as she helps move the table just a bit further away. And he complies, curious of Olivia's next move.

"This music in here is a little slow, will that be a problem baby?" Olivia's eyes was void of nervousness now, but Elliot couldn't hear the music any more. He didn't even notice when Cassandra took Olivia's seat next to Trevor and said the timer had started... His whole body went numb at the sight of his partner swaying her hips to the slow beat as she began to trace her curves with her hands from her waist up to the sides of her ribcage.

She stood six feet in front of him as she took her time running her hands across her body, noticing Elliot memorizing every motion she made. It would look good for their cover, but he wanted her to take this slow.

The distance between them had began to shrink as Olivia sauntered towards him. Her eyes looking over his body as much as he was looking at hers.

But then his detective instincts noticed she was looking for something rather than admiring her stoic dance partner… she was looking for his listening device.

He instinctively spread his knees apart as she easily slid between them, still standing over him. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands at that moment. Does he touch her, does he wait for her to say it's okay... why do men pay for lap dances anyways, this is more stressful than he imagined. But his questions where silenced when he felt Olivia bend at the waist, their faces nearly touching, her body heat warming his numb senses. And then heard her speak for the first time since the timer began.

"Are you still listening…?" she said simply. Not wanting to give away their cover, but not wanting the next minute and a half to be recorded either.

He gently shrugged, and his eyes tried to guide hers to his pocket. "Left pocket, possibly working."

"I'll make sure. Just relax El, your new friend is still watching." She said under a smirk, gently pushing his shoulders back into the love seat as she backed up a step.

She bent completely over, swinging her round backside away from the group, but giving Elliot the perfect side view of her curves. His hands had their own plans as he realized he was reaching out to touch her, but pulled back with restraint.

She looked almost disappointed he didn't make contact, but her smile returned as her attention went to his pockets. She smoothed out her dress as she stood upright, and began to straddle him, being aware to leave space between their cores. Elliot's held his breath as he couldn't help but to grab her hips; partially to remind himself that he was working, but also to keep in mind their boundaries.

But then her hands that where placed on this shoulders began to go south, and she was grinding dangerously close into his body. Olivia placed her left hand for leverage on his chest, while the right still kept traveling in between their bodies. He could have sworn every part of him that was numb moments ago was now on fire under her body. And he couldn't remember just how much longer was left on the timer, but he knew he'd only have a few more seconds before he'd be mirroring her hip's gyrations if she didn't get off of him. Or get him off. Well that was a thought.

And at that, he subconsciously backed himself further into the love seat to put more space between them. She agreed to dance as a dare, but she didn't tell him to grind into her.

Olivia's right hand was lost between them as she tried to snake entrance into his pocket to find his broken listening device. She knew this late into the game, if it was really broken, it may have been better to access the damage when they'd left the club. But she was determined to make sure if it was indeed recording, that the evidence would be salvageable.

And somewhere between dipping her fingers into his pocket and adjusting her legs on either side of this body, Olivia felt her partner's grip on her hips tighten and he gave her a warning look. Ignoring it, her fingers swiped inside his pocket as her body continued to "dance" in his lap. She'd felt the beginning of what she thought was the hard metal of the belt buckle that hid the listening device, but didn't remember it being so…

"Other left Liv." Quickly and lowly escaped Elliot's mouth.

Oh.

Oooh.

Her eyes snapped shut in embarrassment. Olivia heeded his warning, and began to remove herself from his lap. Her hand only jumped to the outside of his pocket, not wanting to tempt him more than a fake lap dance should. So she placed her other hand to his waist as well, moving her legs between his, kneeling on the floor. His entire body shifted away slightly from the peering looks of Cassandra, whom caught Elliot's attention as his partner was now in a similar position from earlier in the night. Except this time they where much more intimate.

He helped to hide away Olivia's actions by using his arm to block her from the group, resting his hand on her shoulder. But in the moment, she had shifted, and he landed at the base of her neck, causing Olivia to look at him under a raised eyebrows at how it looked. And at how he was too stunned to correct himself with that smug look on his face.

His "wife", on her knees, between his knees, and he was pulling her into his body in a dark club like nobody's business.

"60 seconds left, tiny dancer." Trevor's voice rumbled from behind Elliot.

Just hearing his voice made Elliot tense. Unfortunately it also made his grip slide into her hair, so Olivia played along. She leaned forward, still moving her body to the music, and got a better angle to explore his correct pocket. She made quick work of pulling out the broken belt buckle to see that the light was indeed still flickering and was working. But now she couldn't get it to latch to his belt. She had leaned forward a bit more to use her hair to block her actions, then pushed back against his hand to adjust to getting light where she was focused, but she could feel Elliot getting more tense… he needed to create space from her. Now.

"30 seconds…" Trevor said.

And in her frustration, she let out a sigh that raised her body slightly.

Elliot's grip instantly loosened from her hair, and he started to move in his seat. She wobbled on her knees for a split second and caught her balance by landing a hand on the inside of his thigh. She thought he was startled at the new position. Instead, he was steadying his hand behind her head as he pulled her in closer.

She panicked for a moment, was he trying to get her to rise back up? She hadn't gotten the buckle secured, it would surely fall and break if he tried to make her stand up right now.

But instead, Elliot mimicked a bobbing motion with his hand. As if Olivia was pleasuring him, and his hands where guiding her to his… uh. To him. And she saw him throw his head back onto the back of the love seat, staring into the mirrored ceiling above them.

She had 30 seconds to decide how she was going to fix the belt or just leave it.

With another few faux bob of his motions, she decided to leave it, and snuck it back into his pocket as she made a quick shimmy up his body. With her hands touching him just outside of the view of the group, she tried not to hold back a laugh at Elliot's fake groan. At least she hoped he was faking it.

She had briefly thought back to earlier in the night. She was sure this was definitely on the list of "what Liv doesn't do", but they where undercover tonight. Might not hurt to live a little.

Olivia's hands roamed up his torso as she rose from her kneeling position, running over the ripples of his muscles. Her fingers tingled as she purposely pressed them into his body, satisfying her curiosity to feel the strength beneath his button up.

He growled when they made eye contact. There wasn't any faking that. And she had heard it. A

She spread her legs, so he was between her knees now, and she took one final turn as she swayed her hips over his lap one last time before Cassandra finally called time.

"Y'all are amazing to watch, are you sure this is your first time experiencing the life..?" Cassandra asked as she handed back Elliot his watch, Olivia practically sitting in his lap, trying to get her thoughts together. And then readjusting herself on his opposite leg as she felt the reminder of why he moved her from that left pocket earlier.

"That's my first public dance with El. I told you, he's delicious!" Olivia said as she playfully pushed her nose into his cheek, faking a kiss to the side of his ear, but whispered a securing statement of her findings "it's on."

They couldn't have looked more natural sitting cozy on that love seat, her body drapped across his. Elliot was relieved the two minutes was up finally, but knew those two minutes would be replayed in his head for many nights to come.

"So I take it since you went first, that was the final card, huh? What was yours anyways El?" Olivia had asked as her arms had found their way around his neck, dragging here fingernails through his short cropped hair.

"Nuh uh, no repeats. But I wouldn't mind finishing last tonight." Dripping in innuendo, Elliot's gaze into her eyes then dipped to her lips for a moment. He tried to undo her previous spell Trevor had put on her when they had walked behind that curtain. He knew she arrived with Trevor to the Playroom, but Olivia was going home with Elliot. Especially after that little performance.

"Will you grab a Dare for me, hon?" His blue eyes piercing her chocolate ones. But she couldn't move with his hands sliding around her midsection, his fingers lacing together around her hips. Suddenly she felt like she was too turned on to function. So she moved from his lap and walked towards the table that was moved, silently hoping she'd be able to sit as far from Elliot until they where able to escape and get back to this case. Feeling up her partner was definitely not on the agenda tonight.

But as she motioned to pull the table back into place, Cassandra had began to help her, grabbing the opposite side. She was leaning over so her backside was facing Trevor and Elliot could see directly down her dress. Olivia was sure the girl could wear a potato sack and still draw the eye of every male in a one mile radius.

"I'll pull for you El." Cassandra had already had a card in hand, beginning to read aloud.

"Dare: Phones are much more than games and emojis. Read your latest racy sext, and bonus points for acting it out!"

Cassandra had nearly volunteered to act it out before Elliot even made room for her back on their love seat. Olivia was briefly relived the spot next to Trevor was open again so she could sit away from her "husband" of the evening. Especially now that she'd had a front row seat to see him squirm a little on how he was going to say that he'd never sexted.

He's a married man with more children than anyone in the group combined, so clearly he didn't have time for steamy texts between work and diaper duty.

Then he surprised his "wife".

He was actually pulling out his phone!

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