Chapter 10

Hearing AJ's 'Admiral voice', and an angry one at that, Sarah rushed back into the bedroom, tying her top. "AJ, what's wrong?" Seeing the bathing suit, she started to giggle.

"You think this is funny, Sarah?" queried AJ. "You're going outside with three little triangles on, darling. Although, I have to admit you wear them well," he said as he walked around her to get the full impact of her suit. "Now, if you'll excuse me, dear, I'm going into the bathroom and do my damnedest to get this on! Don't leave; I may have to send you out for a crowbar. And, sweetheart, no cute remarks when I come out, please."

AJ came out of the bathroom, and one look at him made desire sweep Sarah's body. Never had she seen AJ with so few clothes on. She had dreamed of what his body would look like, but not like this, never like this. To be able to go to him and run her hands over his wide shoulders and through that mat of thick salt and pepper hair that trailed down to that bulge. 'Lord, I'm wet, with nothing on to hide it!' Walking over to grab a robe and slip on, she noticed her hands were trembling.

"All right, Sarah! Where's the smart-assed remarks?" frowned AJ.

"None, darling, I was just thinking how nice you looked in that suit, and maybe I owed Clay a kiss for picking it out," she said with her back to AJ.

"You don't owe Webb anything, Darlin'," he replied turning her to face him. "I'm wearing the suit, he isn't."

"That you are, sweetheart, and without a crowbar!" She giggled, giddy from finally being able to touch him. "How did you put it on?" Running her hands down his chest, she placed her hands on his hips and slid her finger into the top of the suit. "Hey! There's plenty of room here!"

AJ grabbed her hand before it went any further. "Yes, Darlin', it fits just fine. We SEALs are used to wearing as little as possible, it helps us to glide through the water. Now, let me get my robe and we'll hit the pool today, and try the ocean tomorrow." Grabbing the robe to cover his growing erection, AJ led them out of the room. Stopping at the front desk for a moment, he talked to the concierge and then, with his hand on Sarah's back they headed for the pool.

"What was that all about?" asked Sarah. She knew they had received no messages since only Clay, the Director and Sheffield knew where they were.

"Just taking care of dinner and dancing reservations, sweetheart. I hope they meet with your approval," smiled AJ, helping Sarah take off her robe.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven. Top-notch hotel, designer clothes and shoes, expensive jewelry, married to a thoughtful husband, and a baby on the way. Sweetheart, please tell me we never have to go back! I have discovered I love being petted and pampered," sighed Sarah.

"Sorry, Darlin', all good things must come to an end," AJ replied. As he removed his robe and he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Besides, you've only been pampered, my dear, not petted. Believe me, I would know." Grinning at the look on her face, he went to the diving board and did a perfect dive into the cool water.

Sarah arched her brow, "Well, two can play at this game! And since we're supposed to be watched….look out, AJ, your Darlin' wife is going to show you how much she loves you," whispered Sarah. Diving into the pool, she came up under AJ and gently brushed his body with hers.

When she surfaced, he was stunned, "Sarah, what game are you playing?"

"Why, sweetheart, the one we were told to-act like we're madly in love, right?" asked Sarah innocently.

"Let's just swim, and enjoy ourselves for now. I promise to gaze lovingly into your eyes tonight over dinner," responded AJ. "I'll even hold you close while we dance."

"Quick-kiss me! Now! There's that same man that was here earlier," whispered Sarah.

To be continued….