The unspoken concerns McCoy had about any residual anxiety Malinowski might have about returning to his place after her kidnapping, where dispelledd the moment the couple burst through his front door.

The heavy petting that had begun during the taxi ride from the reception resumed the moment they were behind closed doors. It had been all they could do from keep their hands off each other on the elevator ride they stared with his elderly upstairs neighbor.

"I lied to your daughter," Malinowski gasped in between kisses as she stripped off his tie and jacket and began unbuttoning his cuffs.

"What…what do you mean," he hissed as he reached for her zipper.

"I told her I don't fuck the men I sleep with…tonight...tonightt I'm going to fuck you senseless," she explained before swearing impatiently and pulling the front of his shirt open.

"Hey, that's a hundred and fifty dollar shirt.."he started to protest, his lips never leaving her shoulder.

"I'll pay you back in trade," she retorted impatiently, as she reached for his zipper."Besides, you're a public servant. You should be shopping at K-Mart, not at Brooks Brothers."

"That sounds like a proposition. Don't make me charge you with solicitation," he countered as her dress fell to the floor and he pressed her against the door frame.

"If I'm a hooker, you know what that makes you, right? My John. So shut up or I'll counter charge you with..." she began, stopping short as McCoy's mouth ravished her naked breasts.

"Oh lady, I'm your 'John' all right," McCoy said with a low laugh,before he lifted her into his arms and headed towards the bedroom.

Both of them were still laughing when McCoy set her down on the bed. After another lingering kiss, Malinowski surprised him by standing and running her hands through his hair, before beginning to kiss his neck.

"All right John. A proper call girl asks what her customer wants, so why don't you tell what you'd enjoy this evening," she whispered provocatively, as she took him by the hand and led him to the wall across from his bed.

Her lips moved from his neck to his shoulder, and then over his chest as she began to lower herself towards the floor McCoy groaned softly as he leaned against the wall. Her hands doing what her mouth would moments later, as she fondled him through his shorts.

"Surprise me," he whispered, as weeks of doubt and indecision were swept away by too much drink and a touch he couldn't say no to.

Malinowski was on her knees. After tossing the discarded undergarment out of the way, she pressed her face to the warm hairy region above his shaft.

"You're intoxicating, John…if you'd had your driver with you tonight... I would have done this the second we were in the car together."

The image of Malinowski reaching for him …caressing him…finally tonguing him in the backseat of the town car made what she was doing to him almost too much for him.

"Would you …would have charged extra or just …just made it a freebie," he panted as his body thrust in time with the motion of her lips that urged him to let go, to cum as her tongue teased and prodded him into a frenzy.

"Depends," she gasped, as she let her hand continue where her mouth left off.

"Depends?"

"On how good a fuck you turn out to be," she said seductively, before raising herself back up. "Customer's choice: I can suck you or I can fuck you…"

McCoy's eyes widened and he gave her a lecherous grin; stiffling his laughter at her shocking remark before he spin her around, facing her back to him as he ran his hands roughly over her breasts. As she moaned with pleasure, his hands moved over her buttocks and spread her legs. He could hear her low laugh, as she reached for the wall, anticipating his next move.

"Oh…God…oh Ja-...John…what big dick you have," she moaned as she felt her legs turn to jello.

"The better to fill you," he retorted as one hand held her waist, the other ran over her breasts, alternately caressing and squeezing, as his mouth moved over her neck."It's been… a long…longtime… for you...as well?"

"I'm….selective," she said, as she struggled to remain lucid."Selective about my clientele…"

"You mean," he whispered as he forced himself to hold on, to keep his thrusts deliberately teasing and slow."You're selective about who you fuck?"

"Yes…oh yes…," she breathed as she pressed against him…pressing inside and out…trying to squeeze him enough to weaken his resolve.

"Are you sure…sure you want to fuck me," he whispered as his free hand moved from her breasts to between her legs.

"Oh how I want to fuck you…oh, John, let me fuck you…"

Malinowski cried out as he lifted her up and turned towards the bed. As he set her down, she immediately sat up, ready to slip her leg over him and guide him to the slit that was warm and slick with her own lubricant.

"What… about you…," she asked as she watched his face contort with pleasure as she bore down on him.

"Humm?"

"Are you selective or do you fuck just anyone that spreads her legs for you?"

McCoy chuckled as he thrust upwards, in awe of where the evening had gone and how far they had already taken their charade. He could hardly believe the same woman that had spoken to him with such contempt in court a mere forty eight hours before was not only back in his bed, but saying and doing the things she was.

"I enjoy pleasing women…but fucking…I only fuck women that need to be put in their place."

Malinowski shot him a look as he flipped them, putting himself on top of her. His eyes twinkled mischievousl,y as he saw the flicker of defiance in the eyes that stared back at him.

"Bastard," she whispered as she fought to keep from smiling back at him.

"So do you," he demanded.

"What?"

"Need to be put in your place?"

"You are a son of a bitch, you know that, right?"

"That's why you're here with me tonight," he countered as he bent down his kiss each breast "I won't do it, unless you tell me to do it."

"I hate you," she said with smirk.

"That's why it's so good…you know my terms," he whispered as he began to enter her again. "I only fuck women that need to be put in their place."

"It better be better than good," she said as she began to grind her hips against him.

McCoy gave her a dangerous grin as he pulled her down to him, his mouth at once, demanding and tender against hers.

"Put me there…put me in my place, John…show me what a good fuck you really are…"

McCoy returned a hand to her button, her moans of pleasure giving him almost as much pleasure as the feel of her contractions pressing him inside her.

"Oh God Brooke…this is…this is your place," he cried as he felt himself stiffen and his eyes become moist."... in my bed… in my heart…beside me."