Author's Note: Sorry about the delay on this final installment, folks. I'm in the process of moving, and finding time to write has been nearly impossible.

Tracia, I hope this makes you smile! You asked for 'M.' Here it is!

A big thanks to sangreal7 for checking this chapter for 'Rossi-ness'...' and for setting me straight on his undergarments! ;)

Enjoy, and thank you all so much for the reviews for last chapter!

~Angie

The saucy little minx wasn't going to let him get off with her lips wrapped around him. Dave didn't realize how much of a tease Jennifer Jareau could be until she pulled her hot mouth away, leaving him throbbing more than before. She straightened with a half grin. "You taste even better than I could have imagined," she said in a low voice.

His mouth went dry at the sight before him: JJ in her bra and panties, a set of conservative glasses resting on the tip of her nose…and a single glistening drop of him on the corner of her lips. He reached forward and swiped at the droplet with his index finger.

She seized his wrist and pulled his hand to her mouth, sucking on his fingertip as she held his gaze. It would have been so easy for him to imagine she was someone else; this was a side of her he'd never seen before and he was, quite frankly, shocked. It was always the good girls… But he realized in that moment that he didn't want this with anyone else. He wanted this with her.

Pulling his wrist from her grip, he splayed one hand over the back of her head, the other against her upper back and pulled her roughly against him, his mouth crashing down onto hers. His tongue traced a forceful line across the seam of her lips, then thrust forward as soon as she opened for him with a surprised 'oh.' The sound was muffled by his thorough kiss. His tongue moved around her mouth with the expertise of a man who knew he knew how to kiss, and did Dave Rossi know how to kiss!

He stepped out of his pants and Italian silk boxers, pushing them off to the side with the toe of his boot. Getting those off proved to be a bit harder, but he managed to get it done. Without breaking their kiss, he turned her so she was standing in front of his desk, then lifted her easily by the waist and placed her on the edge. He tore is mouth away from hers, kissing a trail from the corner of her lips to the spot just behind her ear. "Is this what you had in mind, Jennifer?" he asked.

"Yes," she said breathlessly as his hot tongue flicked out to tease her tingling flesh. She clamped an arm around his neck. "Oh, yes!"

Dave unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled it down over his shoulders until he'd rid himself of the garment. He could feel JJ's nipples harden against his chest as she shimmied to get closer to him; the dampness from her panties teased his belly as her legs wrapped around his waist.

He reached behind him, and let his fingertips slide up over her outer ankles before reaching around and to cup the backs of her calves; her skin was as soft as he'd thought it was going to be. He slid his hands up her lower legs until he reached the backs of her knees. He hauled her forward, then continued his exploration until he'd reached her waist. With a single fingertip, he traced a path to the spot just below her belly button and then lower, until he reached the waistband of her low rise panties. He gave them a teasing snap before foregoing that entrance altogether, and reaching directly for the fabric between her legs. He took half a step back, and then with one hand, moved the offending material to the side. He separated her with two fingers, then brushed them slowly up and down, from her clit to her opening again and again, eliciting an eager groan. "Dave," she begged.

At the sound of his name, he thrust two fingers inside of her and she gasped as he began to move them back and forth. Just as her panties had proclaimed, she was wet and ready for him.

David Rossi considered himself to be a patient man, prided himself on being a master when it came to lovemaking. But here she was, his fantasy in the flesh, and she'd started a war within him. He loved making women come…it was his mission to always get her there before he did so himself. Twice at least, in fact. Once during foreplay, and once while inside of her.

But Dave was at a crossroads. It had been a long time, and this was JJ. He'd noticed her the very first day he'd returned to the BAU: the seductive sway of her hips, the way her blonde hair had swung sexily back and forth as she'd walked away. All he wanted to do feel was her…tight and wet as she surrounded him. But no…he couldn't do that. He needed to hold to precedent and get the job done first.

"Dave," she breathed. "I want you inside of me now!"

Fuck precedent…

Dave pulled his fingers from her, and positioning himself at her opening, "Look at me," he commanded.

She opened her eyes and watched as he pushed slowing, inch by delicious inch, inside of her. She let out a long, low hiss as he filled her. "Jennifer?"

"You feel so…perfect," she said in a surprised tone.

With a grin, he pulled back, but before her could fill her again, she lifted her lower body off the desk, bracing herself with her arms. She pushed forward until he was completely inside of her again, and just when Dave thought there was nothing new under the sun when it came to sex for him, she ground her lower body against his, moving in quick, hurried circles, first one way, then the other, then fervently back and forth. "Oooooooh," she moaned.

He grunted as he felt her tighten around him. If she kept this up, his reputation was going to be compromised! And he couldn't have that.

He gripped her outer thighs and began pushing her away and pulling her back to him as he pumped in and out of her, his pace slow at first, then growing more hurried as her body constricted around his.

"Oh, Dave," she said as he slammed into her.

JJ felt like her whole body was on fire, every fiber of her being tingling as he filled her over and over again. She tried to lay back and enjoy it—still not certain whether or not she was going to be able to experience this again—but she wasn't able to contain herself. She was gripping the lip of the desk so tightly she knew her knuckles had to be white. As her breathing increased, JJ licked her lips, her eyes sliding closed again. The tension in her body built until she finally found her release, the same time Dave did, thankfully, as he exploded inside of her. She sagged helplessly on the desk; the only thing keeping her in a sitting position were Dave's arms wrapped around her. She smiled tiredly as he placed a gentle kiss against her temple.

"Jennifer?"

"I'm OK," she assured him with a breathless sigh as she turned to rest her cheek on his warm chest. "I'm…more than OK."

She was so sated it took her much longer to get her clothes on than it had to take them off. She smoothed her skirt as she straightened, and then froze as her gaze met Dave's intense stare.

"Remember what I said," he told her softly. "We can never do this again."

JJ nodded as she pulled her hair into a messy pony tail, the fabric of her shirt stretching across the breasts he'd never quite made it to. "OK," she agreed.

Dave gave a sigh of relief as she slid her bag up onto her shoulder and headed for the door. Stopping just as she was about to leave, she turned to face him.

"Stay away from me, Agent Rossi," she taunted him with a sexy grin. "If you think you can."

Oh, fuck.

David Rossi didn't think he could.

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