A/N: To make up for the sad tone of the last chapter, here's an especially naughty one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order: SVU or any of its characters.

NSFW - Not Safe For Work

She expected a smile, a loud "Annie?", but what she got was -
"Miss Dalton? Please, have a seat"
Annie closed the door from within. Now out of sight from everyone in the office, Rafael came around, kissed her and displayed a huge smile.
"A pleasant surprise this. No, you're not sitting on the chair"
He made her sit on his lap. His eyes were on her rather sexy clothes when he picked up the receiver.
"Jesse, no one gets in for a while", he hung up.
"I know you thought Carmen was irreplaceable but Jesse's pretty cute"
"Yeah. He doesn't get paid for being cute", he seemed to add for her benefit, "And he is gay"
"So I gotta watch my back?"
Rafael smirked,
"Did you come all the way here to take a stab at my sexuality?"
Annie kissed him in answer. He was feeling her up over the dress.
"You're gorgeous. Remember what we did last time you came into my office looking like this?"
"Mm-hm", she saw around her, "Quite a few changes here. The table is wooden too now"
"Yeah"
He began to kiss her neck,
"Wanna break it in?"
"Actually", Annie traced his suspenders, "I came here to ask you for a favor"
"Proceed"
He was kissing the back of her hand when Annie said in one breath,
"There's a party at work tomorrow and I want you to come in so that I can make everyone jealous"
Rafael let her hand drop from his hold. Annie wriggled closer.
"It's only one evening. And you can ask Jesse to clear your schedule for tomorrow. It'll be like date night"
"Tell me everything from the start"
"Well, there's not much to tell. Kayla from Finance was bragging about her husband soon becoming a senator. And Timmy from Artwork wouldn't shut up about his husband's fashion sense. Guy's some kind of shoe designer. So, everyone started talking about their spouses. I was hanging in a corner with the millennials and Desiree accidentally saw your picture as my phone's wallpaper and told everyone my boyfriend looked like a prince from an oil painting"
"And?"
"No one believed her", she said with grace, "Motherfuckers"
"Annie"
Her hands cupped his face.
"Please come with me to the party and make my coworkers feel like crap!"
"It's not a costume or theme party?"
"No. It's not even black tie. You can wear one of your work suits"
"To a party?", he smirked, "Please"
He had decided to go, but teasing Annie in her impatience was too much fun.
"God, I don't know if I can"
"Raf, come on. It won't be that bad"
"I don't know if I can make it tomorrow"
"If you don't come with me, I'll withhold sex!"
"And punish yourself too?"
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Fine. We both know I'm not good at that. But seriously - you want me to beg or what?"
"No. But you could do something. Let's see. There's nothing sexual you won't do if asked nicely"
They were in agreement on that one. Rafael thought hard for a minute.
"I got it", he announced.
Excitement bubbled through Annie's voice.
"Tell me, tell me!"
"Not now"
She regarded him with suspicion.
"You grin like the Devil"
"I fuck like one too"
The crude talk impressed her.
"Don't I know?"
"Well then, what am I supposed to do at the party?"
"Be yourself. Flirt a little"
"I don't indulge in flirting"
"Seriously man, no one knows that better than I do. But do it for me this once, all right?"
He accepted,
"Fine. I still can't believe I'm going to be your trophy boyfriend tomorrow"
"You certainly look the part. Uncle Mick says you seem to be the type who marries rich"
"You and your Uncle Mick should do stand up"
His sarcasm didn't bother her.
"He doesn't have enough material. Let me take your leave now"
"Whoa", he leered, "You seriously think you get to leave, just like that?"
He rubbed circles into her hips. Keeping his eyes on the hem of her dress, Rafael said,
"You better do something, Annie. Or I will"
With a dismissive smirk, Annie got down to her knees. Rafael gave her a toothy smile. Down went the zipper.
"Wipe that silly smile off your face. It's not your birthday"
"Feels like it is", he said.
She was grinning too as she took him into her mouth. There was no smiling on his part after that, only soft moans and pleas.

"Dalton?"
Annie looked up at her supremely handsome boss standing by the door. So tall, everyone called him the Pentagon. There was another reason behind that name. He had suffered some wardrobe malfunction once, and pictures of his endowment had been circulated around the internet ever since.
"Lunch?"
"I'm good", she gave him a thumbs up.
He walked into her little office without an invitation.
"What are you having?"
"Leftovers", she held out her lunchbox to him, "Want some?"
"Yes, please"
They munched on the shredded chicken sandwiches together. Clark smiled at her, sitting on the edge of her desk.
"I do miss your cooking"
Annie stopped chewing for a second. She did not enjoy throwing Clark out of her office. But he made her do it often.
"The kids miss you too"
Oh, that was low. Using his kids to gain her sympathy?
"Do they, after 7 years?", Annie said.
"Yeah. They ask me what happened with us"
"You should tell them that I found your dick inside their babysitter"
Clark would have choked on the food if he hadn't been used to Annie. Instead, he tried,
"No matter how many times I say it, you won't accept my apology, will you?"
"Not after that R rated scene I saw. No, thank you"
"What can I do to make you take me back?"
"Nothing really. I have a boyfriend"
"That well-dressed attorney you brought to the party? Right"
"He is my boyfriend. And even if I were single, Clark, I wouldn't sleep with you anymore. You're my boss now. It was different back then"
"Annie, I have changed. I..."
"All right. Get out"
He stood across from her chair. Hands in his pockets, Clark tried again.
"You..."
"Don't make me boot you"
She showed him the suede boots she was wearing. Clark swore under his breath and turned to go.
"Thanks for the food"
"It was gonna go bad anyway"
Annie rolled her chair to the end of the desk where he had been sitting and sprayed Fabreeze over the spot. She sprayed some in the air too, didn't want his Hugo Boss smell to hang in the air.
"Is this a bad time?"
Rafael stood in the door. Annie came to him grinning.

After the kiss, Rafael placed his hands on Annie's waist. His eyes found the empty lunchbox on her desk.
"I was hoping to take you out to lunch, but it looks like I'm late"
She looked back at her desk before looking at him again.
"Yeah. I already ate. Doesn't mean you shouldn't eat though. Let's go"
Truth be told, he wasn't that hungry. The lunch was just an excuse to see her. She had been busy the last 4 days. He had been coming home late again. For a man of Barba's appetite, four days without sex - now that Annie had gotten him addicted to it - were torture.
"I think I'll have my meal here"
Annie quirked an eyebrow.
"You want to order... ah!"
He picked her up and carried her to her chair. Annie soon realized what was about to happen.
"Oh my god, Raf. This is so hot"
He smiled at her, kneeling between her legs. He said,
"So glad you wore a skirt"
Annie raised her lower half as Raf pulled down her panties. She was biting her lip in anticipation.
"So cooperative when things are going your way", he remarked.
"Shut up and work that pretty mouth of yours"
As a punishment, Rafael flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, touching her nowhere else. How she squirmed.
His green eyes focused on her flushed face while his mouth set to work, as she had commanded. Annie closed her eyes and gripped the armrest with both hands. Rafael moaned against her, slurped too. It drove Annie to the edge. She grabbed his head.
"Oh. Oh god, Raf. You're so good. So good! Ah"
"Hey!"
"Clark!", she squealed.
Movement under the table stopped but for a minute. Raf kissed her lips before dipping his tongue in again. Annie mustered a smile.
"Raf, you bastard", she mumbled.
"Sorry?", Clark said.
"Nothing. What is it?"
"Your new writer's with the design team right now. Her agent wants to talk to us. Come on"
"I'll be there in a minute"
Clark, being Clark, stayed. He was smiling.
"Annie Dalton, are you blushing?"
"I'm no...", she hitched a breath, "Not. Go, Clark"
"Is that..."
Clark stood, looking horrified. His eyes were on the pair of shoes sticking out from under her table.
"It's not an intern!"
"All right", Rafael sighed.
He emerged, dusting his trousers and turning to the intruder. Annie wanted to crawl down under the table herself and stay there. Clark's jaw was clenched.
"Mr. Barba"
"Hello, Clark", he said.
Another minute passed before the man showed any signs of leaving. He half-turned, said before leaving,
"Come to my office when you're... when you're not indisposed"
Annie nodded. Rafael helped her out of the chair she had sunken into.
"Are you in trouble?", he asked.
Annie put her arms around him.
"This is the kind of trouble I wouldn't mind getting into everyday"
They kissed. Annie tried to draw away, tasting herself on Rafael's tongue. He held her head in place and kissed her still. She was out of breath when he let her go.
"Now that I'm fed", he kissed her temple, "I'll be going"
Helplessly turned on, Annie grabbed the lapels of his coat. Rafael tugged her hands away.
"You have work"
"You're right", she sighed.
She looked into her purse and held out the pack of thin mints towards him. Rafael looked at her hand, then at her. He took a step back.
"No, thank you"
He deftly sucked the finger he had inserted into her. Annie looked on as he sauntered out of her office, grinning like the Devil indeed.