"Looks like he's using the electronics warehouse as a front to move his guns." Michael tells me in his very matter of fact, let get down to business tone of voice, while the bed is littered with blueprints and surveillance photos. I let out a small sigh "Well it makes sense TVs and stereos are loaded into a truck and then sent to the warehouse to get outfitted with shiny new guns." Michael looks at me and nods, "That's probably our best bet."

I hand the blueprints and photos back to Michael "Place didn't look that hard to break into. Thinking we hijack one of the trucks and drive it into his warehouse?" I look up and notice that Michael is giving me that half smile-half smirk that makes his eyebrow raise and causes a tingle to spark somewhere deep inside my groin. "Something like that." His voice is low and thick with an unspoken promise.

"Everytime you smile like that it make me nervous, should I be?" I try to keep my voice light but I let a playful seductiveness enter my tone. "Depends on how you feel about cozying up inside a shipping container for a few hours." He give me that same half smile and again I want to melt.

THE NEXT DAY

"So how does our new apartment look?" I ask Michael, in a sarcastic manner, as we move about the shipping container. Michael fires up the welding torch and i can hear the sarcasm in his voice as his response to my question. "We don't have cable but it should do the trick."

I give him a half smile and tilt my head as I lean towards him. "It's nice to meet someone who isn't afraid of a little do-it-yourself project to get the job done. Michael raise his eyebrow and smiles that panty melting smile at me. "You should see what I can do with a potato chip can and metal washers."

I open the panel and peak into the space. "Are you sure there's room for both of us in here?" I hear Michael chuckle "I guess we'll find out." I turn and again he is smiling at me and I feel my body go weak. God I hate the effect this man has on me. I pull myself together and try to strengthen my resolve.

"I'm not complaining Michael but if this is your idea of quiet alone time, I might have to reconsider this relationship." I feel his hands encircle my waist and I moan as his lips make gentle contact with my neck. "No Fi, it's not ideal but I promise I will try to make it enjoyable for you." I feel his teeth sink into my neck as his nails dig into the flash of my hip bones causing me to moan deeply.

I turn in Michael arms and for a moment our eyes lock, his icy blue to my emerald green, I see the passion and the lust in his stare and I know that he has something delicious in mind for our trip outside of a raid. I open my mouth just slightly and in that moment he claims my mouth in a searing kiss, his hands fist into my hair and I lock my onto his hip and pull him flush against my body. I moan into his mouth and his fingers twist deeper into my hair, violently pulling at my scalp.

We both pull away and we are breathless and flush. "Ladies first." He gestures towards the hideaway space and as I pass him he plants a firm smack to the center of my ass, causing me to yelp. I put my hand on my hip and give him a sultry smile, "You'll pay for that McBride." He chuckles as he raises his hands in mock surrender, "Yes Ms. Glenanne."

I step into the space and Michael follows close behind me as he closes the door and secures the latches I settle into a seated position on my knees. Michael moves and sits in front of me assuming the same position, "Here we go." he voice is low and smooth and I can hear the unspoken promises within it and my nerves melt deep inside of me.

"Are you ready Fi?" I moan as I feel his hands come to rest on my shoulder his thumbs tucking under the straps of my camisole. As his fingers move down slowly I feel the wetness in my core start to grow. His thumbs skim over the outline of my breast and I moan again as he moves painfully slow across my skin. He reaches the middle and hooks his fingers into the cup and runs them along the material. When he reaches my armpits he starts to slowly pull the material down until he reaches the bottom of my breast, using the material to truss up my breast.

I let out a strained moan as Michael thumbs start to slowly circle my nipples causing them to quickly harden, he pinches them between his thumb and trigger fingers before pulling them sharply downward, I scream out breathlessly, "God Michael, what do you had planned for me?" In the darkness I can't see his face, all I can hear is his sadistic laughter. "I have so much planned for you my Irish goddess." I let out a weak moan as he once again pulls down on my nipples causing a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain to shoot through my body.

He releases my breasts and I breath a sigh of relief, but before I can recover his hands return to my breast cup them and gently massaging them. "You know what I love most about your breast Fiona? They're the perfect size for my hands," he gives them a firm squeeze and I moan under his touch, "not too big, not too small...just right." he stops his ministrations and before I have time to process what's going on he has his lips locked around my right nipple and he is gentle sucking like a newborn child, while his left hand gentle mimics the actions of his lips. I am lost in the sensations that I am surrounded by.

"Michael please." I hate the weakness that my voice holds but under Michael's touch I don't switches his directions and I arch my back, pushing myself deeper into his touch. "I need...more Michael." Again my voice sounds strained and desperate and I curse myself under my breath. I can feel his smile against my skin and he gently nips before he releases me. "What do you want Fiona?" I can hear the sin and lust dripping from his question as he asks it.

"I want your hands...and your lips...inside of me...please Michael." I let out a desperate whine and I hear Michael darkly chuckle. "How badly do you want me Fiona?" The primal growl in his voice sets my insides on fire. "Now Michael Now" I return his growl with my own. Again I hear the dark chuckle rip deep from Michael's throat. He places his hands on my breasts and pushes me backwards and I moan as my back makes sharp contact with the cold steel of the shipping container.

I feel Michael hands hook under my kneecaps and I feel him pull my legs out so that they are untucked from under my body. When I am prone on the ground I feel Michael's hands slowly wrap around my ankles and as he gives them a light squeeze I moan as he removes my heels. Slowly I feel his hand slide up my legs, drawing slow patterns as he works his way up. I let out a small moan when I feel his fingers hook around the button of my jeans. As he frees the button his fingers make quick work of the zipper.

"How badly do you want me Fiona?" again he ask me the same question and again it incites the same feeling inside of me, a deep desire to have him buried inside of me. Before I can respond I feel Michael's fingers loop into the waistband of my pants and he quickly pulls them down my legs. I moan when the cold air of the shipping container hits the overheated skin of my core. "Now I'm only going to ask you one more time Fiona..." his voice is again primal and dripping with sin as his noice run up and down my slit, "How badly do you want me?"

"More than my own life Michael." I manage to choke out through the lust that blinds me in the darkness. I moan loudly as I feel Michael teeth clamp down on my clitoris and I fist my hands into his hair in an effort to hold him tightly to me. As I fist my hands tighter, I feel his teeth bite down harder. "Inside please." I moan when I hear him chuckle and then before I can react I feel his tongue push deep inside of me and me start to circle around my walls causing me to moan and pull him closer against me. I release his hair and he starts a punishing rhythm with his tongue and I let my hands fall to the side as I sucome to the pleasure of his touch.

I feel the twinge of my orgasm starting to build and I know that I want Michael inside of me more then anything. I raise my hands and return them to his hair and I pull him up and away from my apex. "Make love to me Michael." I pull him again and he climbs up my body and his lips make contact with mine. I moan as I taste my saltiness mixed with the musk that is uniquely Michael's. As his tongue mingles with mine I moan and pull him closer to me.

His hands run down my back and as his nails tear into my skin I growl and relish in Michael's responding growl. I feel Micheal position his hardened erection at my entrance and I run my lips along my teeth as I anticipate the pleasure that is very soon to come. "How do you want me my Irish Goddess?" I let out a strained whimper as I shift my hips upwards in an attempt to draw him into me. "Hard and fast McBride."

I feel his fingers lock onto the skin of my hips and his fingers dig into my flesh causing me to moan deeply in my stomach. Again his tip presses against my entrance and I feel the familiar surge of passion and pleasure run through me as I feel him sharply thrust into me with a force that feels like it's going to shatter my hip bone. He sets a painful and punishing rhythm as he trusts in and out, his hands twisting into my hair in an attempt to hold me to the floor and I latch on to his hips in an attempt to control and gauge his movements.

He stills his movements and I feel him come undone inside of me, sending me over the edge. As we orgasm together I feel Michael place gentle kisses on my cheeks and my neck. "God Glenanne, you're amazing." I chuckle and wrap my arms around Michael, kissing him on the forehead, "So are you McBride."