This was not what they were suppose to be doing.

Their client was inside the house sleeping, the cameras proved that so what were they doing. Why was he letting her do this? Huck wound his fingers in Quinn's hair as she moved her mouth over him. She was really good at this, normally he had to pay for this type of treatment but she was giving it to him willingly. She had muttered something about how he needed this, how could she know that? Quinn looked at him out of the corner of her eye, he looked much more relaxed than he ever had before. He massaged her scalp gently, drawing invisible patterns into her head as she pulled back.

Huck opened his eyes feeling himself being exposed to the cool air of the car. Somehow his seat was leaned all the way back and she was clamoring on top of him. His hands immediately went to her waist pulling her against him. Her skirt remained bunched up around her waist while she peppered his neck with kisses and listening to the way he gasped. Then as he began to tug on the flimsy panties his phone rang.

It was Olivia, he couldn't not answer the phone.

"Hey… Liv…" Quinn hadn't stopped sucking or licking, he expected her to look up at him with disgust or with that familiar lopsided grin. No, she continued to write her name against his flesh. She began to suck leaving marks on him, "...I… we…."

"What's wrong, Huck? You sound worried." Huck sighed and squirmed under her as his fingers shook while hooking his thumbs into both sides of her panties and pulling them down slowly. He didn't want Olivia to hear the slightest sound.

He never should have answered the damn phone.

"Our client… he's safe… in bed...we're going to keep surveillance up for the next-" Huck tired of tugging on the panties and ripped them.

"What was that?"

"Uh… nothing… my uh...thing." Quinn looked up and smirked. His thing? Was that what he called her panties? She watched as he rushed off the phone with Olivia. "What…"

"Are you sure you want to-" Huck wrapped one hand delicately around her neck and pulled her down into a kiss. He sucked on her tongue while sliding the panties out of sight, she began to grind against him and he was more than sure that the wetness wasn't coming from him. He pulled back unable to hold it anymore.

"Quinn, tell me if you want me to stop."

"Stop talking." She said while raising her hips, grasping his hardness and sliding down onto it. Huck's finger bit into her skin causing her to cry out in an odd mix of pleasure and pain. His hands moved from her hips to her breast, exploring foreign territory. He moved his fingers over the hooks in the back of her bra and pulled it down enough to slide one perfect pink nipple into his mouth. Quinn began to jerk and writhe against him, her body spasmed clamping down on him causing him to cry out.

Huck raised his hips and began to slam into her body. It had been far too long for him to hold out the way she rocked back and forth above him. Little beads of sweat began to form around her temple, she was calling out his name and for a moment he wanted to tell her who he was. He wanted her to know his real name just to hear it screamed and moaned from those sensual lips. His hands moved down to her hips and grabbed her ass holding her against him not allowing her to move.

"Huck… baby… please… I…" He felt her twitch everytime he slammed into her. He was tapping a spot inside of her that she couldn't control. She grinded unrhythmically against him as her body began to tighten and spasm while pushing towards that familiar pinnacle of ecstasy. Huck pushed forward past the blinding pleasure searching out his own climax as she shattered around him. That moment of bliss pulled his own orgasm from him and as they came back to reality their crazy moment in time began to come down around them. "Oh…."

"What?" he asked while opening his eyes staring at her flushed face.

"What now?" she asked while lifting her hips allowing him to slip out of her. "And where are my underwear?"

"I don't think you'll want them back."

"And why is that?" She watched as Huck reached into a black duffle bag in the backseat and pulled out a towel handing it to her. Huck showed her the ripped remains of the underwear and tried to hide his smile, "I can't believe you…"

"Me? I can't believe you." Huck shoved himself in his pants and went back to staring at the monitors on the dashboard.

"You asked me what I wanted, and I told you." Quinn began to fix her bra and started to button up her shirt while checking the feed from the back of the house. "How much longer do we need to watch the feed?"

"Another few minutes."

"This doesn't change things at work…"

"I'm well aware of how things are and will always be." Quinn wiped away her lipstick and began to reapply it, "You don't like me, but you need me."

"I don't need you."

"He's moving, now…" Quinn said while looking at the feed. "Someone is going in the house with him. And it's a lady, we need to move now."