DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CSI:NY OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN SAM ROSS.

A/N: I WANT TO THANK ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR WELL WISHES AND BIRTHDAY WISHES! I REALLY APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE PASSED MY WAY. TWO MORE DAYS HERE AND I CAN GO HOME. THE PROCEDURE WAS ABLE TO BE DONE LAPROSCOPICALLY AND WE AVOIDED MAJOR SURGERY! SO THANK GOD FOR THAT!

THIS CHAPTER GOES OUT TO MY BESTEST, CRAZIEST GAL PALS LAURA, CASS AND MY 'ROCK' HEIDI.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED A STRONG M FOR ADULT CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT KIND OF THING OR SHOULDN'T BE READING IT, PLEASE AVOID THIS CHAPTER ALTOGETHER ONCE IT HITS THE SECOND SECTION. THANKS, BEG 75


Mr and Mrs. Flack?

"Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking
You, your sex is on fire
The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying
You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest
You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire."
-Sex on Fire, Kings of Leon


The 1,525 square foot suite was nothing short of spectacular.

Built in a semi circular design, the room -which in fact was an open floor plan combing the living room, dining area and sleeping quarters - was exquisite from the moment a young bell boy, who'd been waiting in the hallway after help load the luggage inside, escorted them into the suite's foyer. Cream coloured walls were adorned with gold and crystal sconces that played host to vanilla scent pillar candles. The floor was made of the same beige, gold flecked marble that was in the Bellagio's lobby, and a crystal chandelier sparkled gloriously from the vaulted ceiling.

As Flack generously tipped the bell boy -enough to cover both himself and the colleague that had assisted him, Sam hurriedly kicked off her shoes and ran off in her bare feet to explore their temporary home. Letting out shrieks of excitement with each little thing she discovered. With a grin and a shrug, Flack dismissed the bell boy and then hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the front of the door before closing and locking it up tight. The game plan for their first night in town was to meet Jess and Mark at eight o'clock at the Prime Steakhouse, one of five fine dining establishments in the hotel. A table had been reserved on the outdoor patio which over looked the fountains at the front of the Bellagio. Fine dining unfortunately meant formal. Which in turn meant a suit and a tie. And a suit and tie, especially when he wore them to work nearly every single day for the last eight years on the detective squad, was not Flack's idea of vacation wear.

Now seeing his girlfriend in a dress…well he was all for that.

He journeyed further into the suite, planning to take full advantage of the complimentary bar and the three hours there were to kill before dinner. The living area was impressive. Beige wall to wall plush carpeting, olive green suede couches, chaise longues and easy chairs, a massive entertainment unit that boasted a forty two inch LCD television, DVD player and home theatre system. To the left was the dining area. A black wood, glass topped table with four beige suede chairs and a fully stocked bar. To the right was a work station with wireless internet and a fax machine for those guest who'd brought along their lap tops and were mixing business with pleasure.

Walking towards the wall to wall windows at the far end of the suite -they gave a phenomenal view of the entire strip and Flack imagined it was absolutely amazing at night when Vegas was lit up- he found himself suddenly standing in the bedroom. The living area's entertainment unit was what separated the two rooms. The bed itself -a double king - was covered in luxurious earth toned sheets and comforters and half a dozen pillows and the headboard was bound in chocolate brown suede that matched the chaise longue by the window.

"OH MY GOD! DONNIE!!!" Sam shrieked from the bathroom. "OH MY GOD! COME HERE! YOU'VE GOT TO SEE THIS!"

"If it's an automatic toilet, babe, we can see those back home!" he called back.

"NO! THIS BATHROOM! IT'S LIKE HEAVEN! IT'S BIGGER THEN OUR WHOLE APARTMENT! HURRY! COME AND SEE IT!"

"Why do I have to hurry?" he asked with a chuckle, as he slipped out of his sandals. "Is it going to suddenly up and disappear?"

She huffed loudly in exasperation.

"I'm coming, babe," he assured her as he headed through the suite. "Keep your skirt on. Or don't. actually, I prefer that you don't."

"There's no way I am making things that easy on you," she declared. "You've got to actually work for it, you know."

"Since when?" he teased, as he stood in the doorway of the enormous bathroom. Sam hadn't been exaggerating. Decorated in earth tones as well and boasted a spacious wall to wall marble counter top and his and hers sinks with polished brass fixtures along with two toilets and a bidet, the place actually did appear bigger then their entire apartment.

She rolled her eyes at the comment and picked up a luxurious forest green chenille bathroom robe. "Look at this!" she cried, rubbing the fabric against her cheek. "Complimentary! Slippers too! And look!" she gestured to a large wicker gift bag wrapped in cellophane sitting on the counter top. "Spa products! A whole shit load of them! Stuff that would cost enormous amounts of money downstairs in their spa!"

"You called me in here to show me spa products and fuzzy slippers and bathrobes?" he asked with a grin.

"There's more!" she exclaimed and motioned for him to follow her. She slid her feet into the slippers and pulled the robe on over her clothes as she crossed the room. "I swear to God I am never taking these off," she declared.

"Wanna bet?" he asked with a smirk.

"Such a perv," she huffed and led the way to a sunken whirlpool tub. "Look!" she pointed to an LCD television mounted on the wall. "I can watch Maury while I'm taking a bath!"

"Forget Maury," Flack said. "This vacation could very well go down in history as the first time I don't bitch and moan about taking a bubble bath with you. It's a win-win situation for both of us, Sammie. You get your romance, I get to be naked with you and watch the Rangers at the same time."

"You wish," she retorted. "Nakedness and the Rangers do not go in hand. Unless your planning on getting down and dirty with one of the Rangers."

He frowned. "That's just disturbing," he declared.

"This technically isn't even your bathroom." she informed him and led the way across the room. "This…" she said, and yanked open the doors of a glass enclosed stall. "Is your own steam shower! Isn't this so cool! His and hers bathrooms! This is so awesome. Who would have thought two blue collar NYPD employees would ever be standing in a john like this! In a suite in the Bellagio!" she gave an excited squeal. "Just because I'm so happy you can share the tub with me, honey. I was thinking we can do this whole champagne and strawberries thing! In the bath!"

"Whatever you want, Sammie," he said, unable to control the grin that covered his face at her excitement. "Speaking of champagne…there's a complimentary bottle of it sitting in an ice bucket next to the bed. Which is probably there 'cause I told them when I was reserving the room that we were on our honeymoon."

"Oh great…now I have to pretend I'm Mrs Donald Flack Jr?" she asked with a dramatic sigh. "Wonderful…what a shitty ass lot in life."

"You be careful and stay on my good side, Sammie. Or I'll crush up a whole crap load of your meds and drop them in your champagne and knock you out for the next five days," he teased. "Come on…" he reached for her hand. "If we're supposed to be newlyweds we have to actually act like we just got hitched. Which means we have to put some serious mileage on that bed."

"You just want an excuse to get into my pants," she said, then laughed as he tugged her by the hand and pulled her out of the bathroom.

"You think I actually need an excuse?" Flack asked, as he led his way through the suite. "I don't need an excuse when I just naturally want to get into your pants. And all I have to do to suck you right in is flash my pretty blue eyes and give that dimply, boyish smile you go on and on about."

"You really need to stop reading my emails to my girlfriends," she informed him.

"Come on, Sammie…how else would I know that you find me a major hottie?" he asked, giving her a playful wink. "You shouldn't be talking about me to your little friends if you didn't want me to know what you're saying. It's all good though, babe. It's a huge ego boost to see you telling them about how cute I am. And how I was the one to debunk your whole 'the g spot is a total myth' theory."

She flushed furiously.

"Don't worry, Sammie…I'll debunk that theory time and time again. Starting with five minutes from now when I manage to get you naked."

"Five minutes?" she arched her eyebrows. "You're seriously slacking. Whoa…" her eyes widened as he led her to the bedroom. "Look at this bed!" she shrieked, and dropping his hand, jumped into the middle of it and tossed herself backwards into the mounds of pillows. "There is a God! I love a large playground!"

"Maybe having a bed this big will finally enable me to both sleep beside you and keep some blankets for myself," he mused.

"Doubt it," she said, and gave an evil laugh. "I am the master cover hogger."

"Don't you think this is kind of kinky though?" Flack asked.

"What's that?" she asked and sat up.

"These windows," he nodded towards them. "I mean they overlook the entire strip. And if we can see out, everyone can see in. And that means we're giving a whole lot of people a free show."

She frowned and crawled towards the end of the bed and climbed off. "You're such a tool, Donnie," she declared, and going to the windows, lifted the edge of the insulated curtains that were pushed back. Finding a small black switch, she flicked it into the downwards position and grinned victoriously as him as the curtains began to close.

He sighed heavily. "I knew that was there," he told her. "I knew they were automatic. I was just testing you. To see if you knew."

"Mm-hm," she said, and slipped out of the slippers and the robe. The latter she tossed on the chaise longue, then pulled off her cap and threw it on top. "So…" she journeyed over to the bucket of champagne parked by the side of the bed. Digging inside of it, she removed a handful of ice cubes before climbing back onto the bed and moving towards him on her hands and knees. "What's this whole deal about you telling hotel staff we're newlyweds?" she asked, sitting back on her heels as she held an ice cube up to her lips and commenced sucking on it.

"I told them that we had just gotten married so they gave me a deal on the room," he explained, slightly turned on as he stood at the side of the bed, watching as she held the piece of ice between her thumb and forefinger and flicked the tip of her tongue across it.

"And they didn't ask for some sort of proof?" she asked. "Like they didn't want to see a licence or anything?"

"I told them that we're both cops. Guess they figured they could trust us."

"Hmmm…and what do we do if they see we don't have wedding rings on our fingers?" she inquired, drawing the ice between her lips and sucking noisily.

"I guess we just suck it up and pay the difference on the room," he replied, swallowing noisily as she slurped noisily at the ice cube before popping it into her mouth. "Or go downstairs to the jewellery store and buy the cheapest wedding bands possible and put them on."

"Oh you are so not getting me sucked into your evil little mess," she declared, then crunched on ice in her mouth. "I guess the best thing to do is act like we're newlyweds. Just like you said."

"That would be the easiest thing to do," he agreed, unable to, and not wanting to, ignore the stirring in his groin as she began to work a second ice cube with her lips and tongue.

"Well I don't know about easy," Sam said. "Anything worthwhile is never easy to obtain."

"Quit playing these little games with me," he told her, fighting the urge to grab that small chunk of ice from her, throw her down on the bed, strip her naked and glide it slowly over every inch of her body until she was begging him to stop.

"What little games would those be?" she asked innocently. "I'm not playing any games."

He stared down at her, a smirk on his face.

"I'm not," she insisted. Then giving a devilish grin, got down on her hands and knees and moved towards him. "Now this…" she sat back on her heels once more, and lifting the bottom of his shirt, grabbed a hold of his belt and yanked him towards her. "Now this would be playing games," she told him, and proceeded to run the ice cube around his navel. Giving a victorious smile as he winced at the cold that quickly spread through his body. "And you know what, Don?" she asked, her golden brown eyes peering up at him as her hand pulled his pants away from his body and she ran the ice just under his waist band. "I want to be in charge of this game for a while."

"Whatever you want," he croaked, his eyes locked on hers, his erection straining against his pants as she drifted the ice along his stomach.

"Whatever?" she asked.

He nodded, then swallowed noisily as she popped the ice cube into her mouth and ever so slowly un-buckled his belt. He gritted his teeth, fought the urge to tell her to hurry the hell up and just get on with his business. He knew, by the determination in her eyes that she was serious this time. And that if he wanted to keep her going on the path she was currently treading, his best course of action was to say nothing. Getting bossy and demanding would only cause her to back off. And as he anxiously and impatiently watched as her fingers worked ever so agonizingly slowly, the last thing he wanted was for her to back off.

"You're being very, very good, Don," she said, in a low, seductive voice, as she finally released his belt and popped upon the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper. Her hand grazing over his painfully swollen cock, causing him to take in a sharp breath. "Usually you're not so…cooperative."

"I won't be in about five seconds," he told her, then bit his bottom lips as her fingernails lightly scraped against his hips as she slowly pulled both his jeans and boxers down.

"Well that would just run all of my fun," she declared. "Hmmm…" she licked her lips suggestively as she stared up at him. "Very, very impressive," she said, then bent to circle the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue.

"Why don't you just…"

She smiled and shook her head and backed away from him. "I am going to do things on my terms," she informed him, then turning around and presenting him with her back, crawled across the bed. "Now you just wait there," she gently ordered, casting a glance at him over her shoulder.

Jesus Christ, he thought. Her skirt had ridden up, giving him a perfect view of her bare ass. A smirk covered his face as he realized that she had had this all planned. These little mind games. She had been wearing underwear since they'd left the apartment that morning. A barely there black thong with little red bows on the hips. And she'd purposefully ditched them while she was in browsing the bathroom. He leaned forward, unable to resist running a hand over one of the smooth, luscious cheeks.

"Hey!" she snapped. "I told you that this is my game! And my game does not include you touching me. I thought I said to just stand there!"

He blinked at her tone and backed away, hands held up in surrender.

"Just be good," she said, and scooping more ice from the bucket, dropped it into one of the champagne flutes. "Now…" she turned back around and shimmied her way back across the bed. He had a perfect view down her top and was somewhat amused, and completely turned on, to see that she'd also ditched her bra in the bathroom and that the crisp fabric was brushing against her rosy, erect nipples. "I seem to recall a time when you had a little fun with ice," she said. "Do you remember that, Don? That little orgasm without touch experiment we did?"

He nodded. The moment was fresh in his mind. He'd taken an ice cube and had ran it from the top of her foot, down her leg, along the inside of her thigh and then onto her clit. He could still hear her whimpering, still see the way her body arched off the bed and her toes curled into the mattress. And he could still vividly recall, when, after he'd finished massaging her clit with the ice, he'd blown on the sensitive bud, she'd screamed in pure unbridled, unabashed ecstasy as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"Well I can't say that there won't be any touching…on my part at least…but I am going to see just how far I get with these ice cubes. Are you game?"

"Absolutely," he told her.

"Good…now all you need to do is stand there and enjoy it. Oh…and trust me. I'll be very gentle."

"No biting," he warned her.

"I would never think of damaging such a fantastically useful part of your body," she said, and sitting the champagne flute down on the bed, plucked a piece of ice out. "I mean, if I hurt it…I'd only be hurting myself in the end wouldn't I."

"I don't know. But you need to…" he winced and drew in a sharp breath as she ran the ice cube along the underside of his cock. The contrast of freezing cold on blazing hot skin nearly bringing him to his knees. He bit his lip and fighting the urge to tangle his hands in her hair and encourage her to do more, watched as she ever so slowly glided the ice over every possible inch of his erection. She was proud of herself. He could see the glitter in her eyes as she stared up at him, her golden brown eyes never leaving his baby blues as she thoroughly enjoyed both what she was doing, and his reaction.

"I don't need to do anything that I don't want to," she informed him, as she circled the head of his cock, already leaking pre-cum with the ice cube before sliding it down the side of his shaft. "And right now, this is what I want to do. You always get to have your fun. And now I'm having mine. Understand me?"

Flack smirked. Finding the assertive, bossy side of her a total turn on. "Yes, m'am," he replied.

"You can tell me to stop at any time," Sam said, as she continued to caress him with the ice. "I mean, if you feel like you can't take it anymore and you have to tell me to stop, you can."

He bit his bottom lip and shook his head. No way in hell was he going to submit to her.

"Okay…" she chirped. "I guess your…manhood…is in my hands."

I am going to die before the end of this, he thought, transfixed by the sight of her so engrossed in her task. It was the first time in almost six months that he'd seen her that enthused over oral sex. At least the giving end of it. Well she never complained about doing it and always willingly indulged him, he knew that it wasn't her favourite thing in the world. No matter how many times she did it or how many times she -in her own words- 'cleaned her own mess'.

But this afternoon, she was 'attacking' the moment with genuine enthusiasm.

Flack let out a small yelp, followed by a guttural moan as the ice cube passed smoothly over his scrotum. First one side and then the other. His eyes closed and his breath hitched as he felt a fingernail scrape along the bottom of his shaft, then heard the rustling of clothing against sheets as Sam moved closer to him. His hips suddenly jerked forward in response to her tongue swirling over the head, and he fought hard to control himself as he felt the sensation of her piercing dragging along the entire side of his cock.

Unable to contain himself he blindly reached out and tangled his fingers in her hair. She didn't resist, but paused briefly and reached for the champagne flute beside her. He heard the jingling of ice on glass, and he cracked an eye open in time to see her resume her teasing. She continued to rub him with the frozen cube in one hand as she bent and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Sensitive skin made contact with the small chunk of ice she held in her mouth and he nearly lost all control right there and then.

And that wasn't the way he wanted things to go down.


Flack backed away from her abruptly, startling her. "Lie down," he demanded, his chest heaving.

"I already told you that…" she began to protest.

"That this is your game," he finished for her, and stepping out of his jeans and boxers, scooped them up and tossed them onto the chaise longue. "Well guess what? Game over. Lie down."

Sam grinned and scooted backwards across the bed. "What are you going to do?" she asked, leaning back on her elbows as she munched on the ice in her mouth.

"Not waste any more time," he answered, and kneeling down on the bed, grabbed her by the hips and yanked her towards him, causing her to burst into giggles as she landed flat on her back.

"I love it when you go all bossy and aggressive," she said, and reached for the bottom of his shirt. "Show me what you're made of, Mister Policeman."

Smirking, he tore her hands away from his shirt, forcibly shoved her skirt up around her hips and devoured her mouth with his. His tongue pushed greedily and hungrily between her teeth as he settled himself between her splayed thighs. The tip of him briefly brushing against her hot, moist opening before he suddenly drew away.

"What's wrong?" she asked breathlessly. "You're not stopping 'cause of that appointment yesterday are you? Because if you are I already told you…"

He shook his head. "It's not that…trust me. I just…I need to get a condom. And honestly? I can't remember where I packed them."

She gave a mischievous smile and slipping her hand between their bodies, reaching into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a condom package. "You put them in with all my meds and personal stuff," she said, and tearing the small pouch open, gently removed the contents.

"One step ahead of me," he grinned, then shuddered as her soft, skilled hands rolled the rubber onto him. He'd been surprised when, after a couple of months of being sexually active with her, she'd taken the condom from him one night and sheepishly asked if she could do it for him. She'd been embarrassed that she'd never, ever in all the years she'd spent with Zack, done that simple act for him. There was actually a lot she'd never experienced. And Flack was more then willing to teach her. And so far, she was proving to be an excellent pupil.

"Of course," she said once her task was finished. Raising her head, she licked a path from his Adam's apple, under his chin and up to his lips. "I am a woman after all. And women are always one step ahead."

"Think so, huh?"

She nodded, then reached for the button on her skirt. "Give me a second to…"

"No seconds," he told her, kissing her savagely before entering her with one strong, fluid thrust that caused her to cry out, both in surprise and pleasure.

Their love making was quick and bordered on rough. There were no whispered words of love or long, affectionate gazes into each other's eyes. It was all about sex. Plain and simple. Greed and need on both of their parts. He tangled one hand in her hair as the other shoved her top up to her chin, giving his rough, strong hand and his warm mouth access to her breasts. As his tongue teased the nipple before drawing it into his mouth, she gasped loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her ankles locking together at the small of his back, drawing him in deeper.

He moved fast and furious inside of her, his breath escaping his lungs in ragged gasps, his arms shaking as he propped himself above her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his body. Her hands slipped up the back of his golf shirt and he winced as her nails raked painfully down his back. His mouth ceased hers once again, their tongues mating frantically. He relied on one hand to bear his weight as his other reached between them to fondle her breasts. She cried out into his mouth as he pinched one nipple quite hard. And then breaking out of the kiss, he bent to take the hard peak into his mouth and sucked aggressively on it.

Her orgasm took hold of her. Her body arched off of the bed, her toes curled and bore into the mattress. The nails of one hand dug into his side as the other gripped his forearm hard enough to draw blood. She screamed his name, over and over again as her body shuddered beneath him and her muscles contracted around him. Seeing her, hearing her, feeling her as she lost control was incredible.

The pressure of her rapidly contracting kegel muscles and the pleasurable agony of her nails cutting into his flesh, quickly and efficiently sent him over the edge as well. Resting his forehead on her shoulder, his entire body spasmed and he groaned her name loudly while spilling himself inside of the condom.

Flack wasn't sure how long they stayed in that exact position. His eyes were firmly shut and her legs remained tightly wrapped around his waist. Both of her hands now gripped his biceps as one quivering arm barely supported his weight. His head rested on her chest and he was aware of their harsh breathing and their pounding hearts. He felt the sweat trickling down his back the scrape of now wrinkled clothing and he could smell the heavy scent of sex in the air.

Eventually Sam's legs slid from around his waist and dropped down onto the bed. Her hold on his arms finally released and her hands drifted along his skin. All the way from his wrists and over his forearms and biceps and up to his shoulders. She burrowed one hand in his hair, and lightly pulling his head up and towards her, she covered his mouth with hers in a long, deep kiss.

She pecked his chin, his cheek and finally his forehead. Her fingertips skimmed along the outer edge of his ear and travelled down his jaw.

"You okay?" she asked.

Flack opened his eyes. Giving a small smile, he nodded. "You?"

She nodded as well. "That was…"

"Intense," he finished her. "Are you sure you're okay? I was kind of…I was rough, Sammie."

"So was I," she said with a giggle. "I hate to see what your back and your side looks like."

"I just…we get into the rough stuff a lot and after what went down yesterday…" he sighed and chose his words carefully. "I just don't want you having some kind of flashback to what you went through. I like it rough and I know you do…but I want you to genuinely like it and not want it 'cause you think you deserve to feel pain."

"I genuinely like it," she assured him. "At least with you, I do. We're two consenting adults, Don. There's a big difference between what we do and what…well you know."

"I just want to make sure that…"

She silenced him with another kiss then wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly to her.

They remained in that position, their bodies joined in the most intimate fashion possible, her fingers of one hand combing through his hair while the other hand, underneath his shirt, travelled along his shoulder and down his back.

"Donnie…" her voice was a mere whisper as she kissed the top of his ear. "No offense, babe...but you're getting a little heavy here."

He nodded in understanding and gently pulled out of her. Rolling over onto his back, he placed a forearm over his eyes and lay quietly as he listened to her moving alongside of him.

Sam turned over onto her stomach and pushing herself across the bed, grabbed a hold of a box of tissues on the nightable and tore out a handful that she used to clean herself up. Climing off the bed, she stood and on shaky legs, made her way over to the trash can by the window and tossed the tissues into it. Peeling off her clothing, she tossed them on top of his discarded boxers and jeans before returning to the bed.

Flack smiled as he felt her hand drifted down the front of his shirt, then her soft, small fingers gently removing the condom from him.

Tying a knot at the end, she leaned over him and kissed him. "I think you can take care of this from here," she said, and taking his hand and opening it, laid the used rubber in his palm.

"I'm on it," he said, and taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, sat up and climbed off of the bed. "You want anything to drink?" he asked. "Bar's stocked. There's pop and bottled water too."

"I'm good baby, thank you," she replied with a smile, from where she was crouched down alongside of one of her suitcases.

"You're going to put some clothes on right?" he asked hopefully.

"What?" she asked with a frown. "Suddenly you can't stand seeing me naked?"

"No…I love seeing you naked…it's just that I'm tired from the flight and wanted to take a nap and you're…well you walking around like that is really distracting."

She grinned and unzipped her suitcase. "Well seeing as I need a nap, too…I will put some clothes on."

"And by clothes I don't mean anything from Fredrick's or Victoria's Secret," he added, winking at her before heading off through the suite.

"I will save my skanky undies for later," she promised and flipped open the lid to her luggage. Rummaging through the neatly folded and organized clothes, she found a lilac coloured satin nightshirt and then closed the suitcase before standing up and slipping into the nightie. She loved the feel of the cool satin on her skin. But not as much as she loved the feel of flesh to flesh.

Journeying back to the bed, she peeled the covers down and climbed underneath.

"Heaven," she declared with a long, content sigh. "Too bad there's no chocolate under the pillows though."

"What was that?" Flack asked, catching the tale end of what she said as he returned to the sleeping area, a bottle of water open in his hands.

"You complain about me walking around naked but you're doing it!" she cried. "That's not fair! What about you distracting me?"

"You have more will power then I do," he reasoned.

"Please put some boxers on at least. How am I suppose to sleep feeling your…not so concealed weapon pressing up against me?"

"How many nicknames is that now?" he asked with a chuckle as he fetched his boxers from the chaise longue and climbed into them. "You never call it exactly what it is."

"Because the word penis reminds me of being in grade eight health class!" she laughed. "And it's not the most attractive thing to look at never mind the most appaling word in the world."

"You're just a tad strange, Sammie," he teased and finishing the bottled water off in one large gulp, tossed it into the trash can before walking over to the bed and slipping in beside her. "And what were you saying?" he asked, settling his head into his pillow and reaching sideways for her.

"I was saying that this bed feels like heaven," she told him, snuggling in close as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She draped her arm over his chest and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "And that it was too bad there's no chocolate."

"I'll get you some chocolate later," he promised, stroking her hair softly. "I think I saw chocolate sauce and strawberries on the room service menu."

"Mmmm…." she licked her lips and rested her chin on his shoulder. "The wicked things I could to do you with that chocolate sauce."

"Whipped cream too," he quickly added.

"You order me strawberries with chocolate sauce and whipped cream and I am tying you to a chair and doing all kinds of naughty things to you."

"Is that a promise?" he asked.

"Do you want it to be?" she retorted.

He nodded.

"I'll be your genie in a bottle for one night," she giggled. "Maybe I'll even see if I can get one of them sexy little costumes."

"A little harem outfit and a Playboy Bunny one?" he arched an eyebrow. "Plus whatever was in that Fredrick's bag you guarded with your life last night and packed this morning?"

She nodded and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Let's just say you are going to be one lucky, lucky boy, Donald."

He grinned. "I already am…but God is definitely rewarding me for something."

"All of them mind blowing G-spot orgasms," she said with a giggle and nuzzled his neck. "And you know what?" she asked, as she combed her fingers through his chest hair. "Who needs a fuzzy convention when I have you? You're big and tall and fuzzy."

He smirked and turned quickly onto his side and deftly pinned her to the bed. "You love me," he said.

"You are so sexy, baby," she declared. "Every dirty, kinky, perverted inch of you."

"Yeah?" he asked, and began popping open the buttons on her nightshirt. "How about I show you just how dirty I can be? And how about you let me taste every kinky, perverted inch of you?"

She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling in anticipating. "I thought you said you were tired," she said.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead," he told her with a wink. "Right now…on vacation? Let's make every moment about us, okay?"

She nodded and burying her fingers in his hair, yanked him towards her for a sizzling kiss. "You better get to work then," she suggested.

"I will…" he promised. "Just…"

"Now," she demanded.

He grinned broadly.

Who was he to disappoint a lady?


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