A/N: For those who were reading Dangerous Lines, I had to take it down. Wasn't happy with it. Sorry :(

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So glad to be finally uploading this chapter. It's been ready for weeks, just needed appropriate placement lol. I put up a story album for ITDE on my profile. I really enjoyed making it and I hope you like it. :)

Enjoy 44!

A lazy yawn slipped from between Joe's lips as he turned away from yet another Joffrey Baratheon rant on the TV screen to glance towards the kitchen. "Nani, what are you up to?"

Sasha was settled at the kitchen island with her back to the living room, Joe's MacBook in front of her. "Checking out the Grill's new website," she replied. "Why? You lonely over there, baby?"

"Kinda. And them tiny-ass booty shorts are callin' my name."

Sasha laughed and took a drink out of her carrot juice, one of the few healthy drinks Joe had introduced her to in the course of their relationship. They were back in Tampa and things had returned to normal between them. Today she kept him company at his home while he rested after another grueling morning of rehab. "Gimme a minute. I'll be right there."

"Or I could come over there." He got up from his recliner and strolled over to her, stealing a sip of her drink as he looked at the laptop screen. "You took these?" he asked, gently rubbing her shoulders.

Sasha nodded, scrolling down the web page. "Yeah. We set up a lot of displays and I took shots of all of them and put the best ones up on the site. It was tough trying to narrow a hundred shots down to thirty though."

"They're nice. You're quite good, you know. Josh and Jon's pops really liked the photos you took of him and baby Brandon at Reggie's party," Joe said, bringing a grin to his girlfriend's face.

"Tell him I said he's welcome." She leaned back and moaned softly at he continued to massage her shoulders. He was amazing with his hands. "Mm. Don't stop doing that."

He kissed her cheek and whispered, "I prefer hearing those words from that pretty little mouth of yours when you're naked."

Laughing, she tipped her head back to glare at him upside down. "You turn every innocent conversation into something else, perv!"

Joe chuckled and pecked her lips in the upside down position, his right hand slipping slowly down her body. "You like me that way."

"That's because you've corrupted me," she said, casting her eyes down to watch his fingers flick open the button of her denim shorts. She tried to finish her thought. "You're a bad influence, Leati."

With a satisfied smirk, Joe rubbed his palm over her panties, relishing the feeling of her wet heat against the cotton fabric. "You make my name sound so sexy."

"Yeah?" she breathed, stopping cold when he slipped a digit inside her. "Oh shit," she gasped, throwing her head back against him. Licking her lips, she moaned and then grunted as he crooked his finger back and forth inside her, stroking her like he was dipping into frosting. "Ahh…"

He pursed his lips against her throat, her heavy breathing music to his ears. "You like that, baby girl? Does that feel good?"

She started to respond only for her words to dissolve in a gasp as another finger plunged inside her. She spread her legs wider, planting one on top of another chair, then grabbed his wrist with both hands to guide his hand at the pace she wanted. There was little time for intimacy lately because he was busy with rehab, and Sasha hoped they could make up for lost time tonight since she was sleeping over at his, albeit with the kids as well. Joe's low, lustful growl rumbled against her neck, and she sighed once more, her body awash with heat as his fingers gently probed her while he worshipped her neck, and soon her lips, with his mouth. God, his tongue felt so good.

The jarring sound of her phone ringing broke through the mounting haze of passion. "Don't answer it," Joe murmured against her lips.

She didn't want to, but the ringing became persistent, and eventually she was forced to break the kiss with an annoyed sigh. "It could be important," she reasoned, reluctantly removing his hand and sitting up to grab her phone. "Shit, it's Mia's school calling." Instantly worried, she placed the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hi, Sasha? It's Juliet. I was wondering if you were on your way to pick up Mia. Pam hasn't shown up yet so I figured one of you is running late?"

Sasha expelled the breath she'd been holding. No one was injured. Good. But she inwardly smacked herself for completely forgetting that Pam and T.K. had hectic afternoons so neither could get Mia. "Pam can't make it today. I'll be there soon to pick her up."

"Okay. If you could hurry that would be great. Everyone leaves school in half an hour," Juliet said.

"Alright. Thanks Juliet." She hung up and smacked her forehead. "That was the secretary at Mia's school. Shit, I completely forgot about Pam's appointments! T.K. has practice and now Mia's stuck in school. What's wrong with me?"

"I can go get her," Joe offered.

"Really?"

"Sure." He was already picking up his car keys. "I know where the school is. Mason Hill Elementary, right? It's no big deal. I can get T.K. too if you want."

Sasha shook her head. "No need. He won't be done for another two hours. But he knows his way here so it won't be a problem."

"Cool. I'll go pick up Mia then."

"She'll be in the Principal's office when you get there. Just tell Juliet that you're from me. By the way, please make Mia sit in the backseat. You know how she is. She'll hustle for the front and I never like it when she sits in front. She's so small and it doesn't feel safe for her to sit there. And make her buckle her seat belt, please."

"Yes ma'am," he smirked.

Sasha smacked his arm. "Do not call me ma'am. Ever."

Joe laughed and tossed the car keys in the air. "Call the school back and tell them I'm coming for Mia. I'll pick up pizza and wings for dinner."

"Okay." She smiled as he bent down and gave her a kiss, the kind that made her toes curl and made her feel feminine and beautiful and loved. He pulled away and winked. "I love you. See you in a bit."

"I love you too." It was hard not to worry, but she forced herself to relax. She was the one who handled everything, so seeing him step in to help willingly was, though a little strange, very heart-warming.

Joe drove down the road, glad that Sasha had allowed him to do this. He knew it was never easy for her, giving up control, but she was proving her trust in him, which made him all sorts of happy.

It was odd walking into an elementary school for the first time in twenty years, bringing back memories he would rather do without. He had only been an average student, quiet and shy. No fangirls had been digging on him in the fourth grade, and he recalled a painfully unrequited crush on a girl named Cara. But that was a story for another day.

Joe pushed open the office door and found Mia sitting on a chair talking to a blonde woman in her twenties with a tag dangling from her neck that indicated she was a staff member. Giving him a wave, Mia picked up her backpack and went over to him. "Hi Joe!"

"Hi, little lady," said Joe, their fists meeting for their special handshake. "How was school today?"

"Good. Where's Mama?" Mia inquired.

"She's at mine, sweetheart. She's busy at the moment so she asked me to come get you."

"Okay. We're staying over at your house, right? Can I go swimming in your pool?"

"Of course you can. I bought the Mario Kart game so we can all race each other on the Wii. All after you finish your homework, of course," he quickly added, figuring it was something Sasha would say.

"Cool. We made friendship bracelets in Arts and Crafts class today with wood beads and elastic." She wiggled her right arm adorned with a number of beaded bracelets. "I made one for Mama and T.K. and you too."

Joe blinked slowly. "Me?"

"Yeah. Here." She pulled one off her skinny hand and rolled the black beads onto his bigger wrist. "I used dark beads for yours and T.K.'s so they won't look girly."

He didn't know what to say. "Wow, little lady…this is awesome."

Mia smiled, then smacked her forehead. "Aaaand I forgot the rest of my Art project in my class. I'll be right back."

As she dashed off, Joe stared at the new piece of jewelry on his right wrist. It wasn't the most masterfully crafted piece of work he'd ever seen, but the fact that she'd taken the time and effort to make one for him made it more precious than any expensive trinket he would ever own. He was never going to take it off.

"That's really sweet."

Joe turned to the woman with the name tag who was watching him intently. Perhaps she was a fan and recognized him. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Joe and I'm here on Sasha Morgan's behalf. Do I need to do anything or can I just grab Mia and go?"

"No, it's perfectly fine. Miss Morgan gave us a call." She smiled brightly. "I'm Whitney Clark. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Joe eyed Whitney Clark, noticing how she smiled and flipped her blonde hair back.

"The handshake thing was really cute too. Is she your niece?" she asked, an obvious attempt at small talk.

"No." Joe kept his answer short and to the point without sounding rude. "You're one of her teachers?"

"I'm the school's assistant Secretary." Another smile, and this time she leaned closer to him. She zoned in on his bare ring finger. "You're a big guy. Are you a pro athlete or something?"

Not a fan, then. "Yeah. I'm a wrestler."

"Oh. That WWE stuff, right? Interesting."

Yeah, definitely not a fan. He looked around, wondering what was taking Mia so long. He was getting the "come hither" bedroom eyes from Whitney and he wanted no part of it. She was uncomfortably close now, and her smile grew even sweeter. "So, just out of curiosity…" she went on, "Are you seeing anyone?"

"He's my mom's boyfriend." Mia materialized out of nowhere, not-so-subtly inserting herself between the two adults, and Joe saw the little girl give Whitney a stank eye that had her aunt Pam written all over it. "We're staying over at his house tonight and we're gonna go swimming in his pool and play Mario Kart. Right Joe?"

Joe grinned, liking the way the kid thought. Mia was obviously feeling territorial and that pleased him a lot. "Right," he said to both Mia and Whitney.

"Oh. That's nice." Whitney faked a smile.

Mia looked at Joe. "I'm ready now. Bye, Miss Clark." Without waiting for the woman's response, she slipped her arm around Joe's much bigger one and led him out of the building. She proceeded to talk about her day at school, her tone cool and casual as though she hadn't just called out a woman thrice her age. But to do what she did, to mark her mother's territory on her behalf, left Joe with a very satisfying feeling and a fresh wave of affection for the little girl he'd fast become attached to.

Dinner was an interesting spectacle. After an enjoyable round of swimming – in which Sasha refused to participate and ended up getting splashed mercilessly for her troubles – the four of them feasted on pizza and wings on the living room floor. T.K. and Joe exchanged cynical glances as Sasha and Mia debated over who was the better boyband between the Backstreet Boys and One Direction. Joe complained as Sasha kicked his ass at pool like she always did, but he got his revenge by beating her at Mario Kart. It was a fun evening overall; that seemed to be the running theme whenever the four of them spent time together.

"What time is it?" Sasha yawned, meeting Joe in the kitchen island after the kids had gone to bed in the guest room downstairs.

"Little after midnight," Joe said, switching off the lights and plunging the entire house into darkness, save for the lights underneath the kitchen cabinets. He drew his girlfriend into his arms, dipping his nose in her coconut-scented hair as she wrapped her arms around his waist. They stood in the middle of the kitchen, enjoying the silence together. "Today was nice," said Joe, his voice muffled in her hair.

Sasha nodded. "Yeah, it was," she replied, looking up at him. "You cheated at Mario Kart, but it was great."

"You're such a hater," Joe taunted. "I beat your ass fair and square every time."

"Yeah right. You kept distracting me! Either nudging my arm or killing me with that stupid blue shell!"

Joe tsked. "Excuses, excuses. Just admit I'm a better racer than you."

Sasha rolled her eyes and grinned, watching him look at his new bracelet with a smile on his face. "So Mia made this for me," he announced, flicking his wrist.

The pride in his voice made her heart swell. "She did," she said, tracing her boyfriend's goatee with her finger. "She cares about you. Talks about you a lot."

"I care about her too," Joe replied, pressing a quick kiss to her nose. "And her brother. And her mother."

"We know," she smiled, the hairs on the back of her neck standing at his suddenly intense stare. "What?"

"Nothing, just thinking," he began, his voice much huskier than a second ago, "About finishing what we started this afternoon." His hands slid from her back to her backside, and the mother of two felt a sudden spike in her body temperature. "Here? But what about the kids?" she said.

"They're fast asleep. The house is big enough. There's little chance of us being heard or interrupted." He gently backed her up against the counter, and Sasha felt her loins moisten when his tongue swished hungrily over his lips, his ash eyes dark and deep and filled with tantalizing promise. She caressed his huge bulging biceps which taunted her, begged her to lick each of them. She wondered if it was natural to be this sexually attracted to one man, but she couldn't help herself. He was so hot, so sexy and so good at making her feel good. He was in an adventurous mood and honestly the idea of doing it out here in the open, was exciting. The thought made her chew on her bottom lip.

Uttering a low growl, Joe grabbed her chin between his fingers. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna bite off your lip," he warned.

Well damn, he was using that commanding, dominant tone of his again. "You don't know what you do to me when you talk like that," she said, right as their mouths collided in an urgent kiss, tongues clashing aggressively, hands grasping eagerly. Sasha scavenged his mouth with hers, demanding more of his addictive taste. His soft lips were a drug that she could never resist. A sharp gasp escaped her as he made good on his threat, nipping her lower lip hard with his teeth. The small of her back dug into the edge of the kitchen counter, but the pain was wiped away by his body smothering hers, the sensation of his hot mouth roaming her mouth, jawline and neck. He dropped to his knees, pushing her t-shirt up to lay soft kisses on her abdomen. His tongue laved the new piercing on her belly button. "This is so hot, baby girl. I love that you got it," he commented.

"Thanks," she said shyly, watching him hook his fingers over the top of her shorts and pull it down along with her underwear. With effortless swiftness, he propped her right leg over his shoulder, pushed his face against her center and penetrated her with his tongue. Crying out in pleasure, she quickly bit her lip to suppress any more sounds. She could be loud sometimes and the last thing she wanted was to wake the kids up. But man, was it difficult with the havoc currently being wreaked on her body. As the pressure from Joe's mouth increased, his huge hand molded her ass, his warm breath fanned her inner thigh, his tongue finding every crevice of her core and every drop of her essence. Then his long fingers invaded and the sensations nearly destroyed her. "Fuck!" Sasha's jaw dropped, tossing her head back and lowering it again. "Jesus, Joe, you're really fuckin' great at this."

He simply hummed in response. The Samoan was ruthless and yet generous at the same time. He kissed her folds the way he would kiss her mouth with his thick, luscious lips, then alternated with long licks and quick laps of his talented tongue. Sasha was gasping, her hands desperately gripping the counter behind her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to fight for control but Joe was having none of it. "Look at me," he instructed gruffly.

"Baby…"

"Look at me Sasha, or I'll stop."

"No!" Her head snapped forwards, locking eyes with him, and the knowing, mischievous look in his ash-colored irises spread another wave of desire through her like wildfire.

Joe smirked. "Good girl." And from there, holding her gaze, he started doing the most delicious things to her, seducing her juices out of her pussy lips with his fingers and tongue. Slow, then fast, until she lost the ability to speak or think or do anything other than moan in encouragement. She grabbed the back of his head, holding him firmly in place as her hips began to roll, grinding into his face with desperation, not stopping until she reached her orgasm. And man, was it good. Good and long and hot and intense, made even more incredible by his warm, persistent tongue lapping up her essence. "Oh, my...fuck."

"Mmm, my tasty pussy," Joe whispered, giving her one last lick. "So sweet every time."

Sasha slumped against the counter after he was done cleaning her up, weak-kneed and struggling to catch her breath. "Please tell me you got a condom with you," she panted.

"You know I'm always prepared, beautiful." He pushed her legs apart to expose her to him, and the vision before him made his groin ache. It amazed him every time how much he wanted this woman. Standing back upright, he pulled off his pants, then stroked inside her again. Sasha watched him spread her essence over his length with pure exhilaration in her eyes. "Yeah, lube that big dick with my pussy juices, babe."

An amused smile tugged his lips. "You got a dirty little mouth, don't you, baby?"

"Well, like Tyson said," she shrugged one shoulder, "I got a slutty side to me."

The Samoan groaned. "Now why you gotta bring that fool up when we about to fuck."

"Sorry."

"Nah, be sorry for him. Talking like he know what's up. He clueless as a motherfucker. When he knocked you up, he got lucky. He don't know what to do with a woman like you. I do, and in case you've forgot, I'm gonna give you a little reminder."

Ooh, she'd inadvertently fired him up. That was good. For her. Sasha made a show of rubbing her temples. "I think I have amnesia, baby. I don't remember a thing. Please remind me."

His grin widened. "With pleasure. Turn around and spread those legs for me, baby." His hands met her waist to encourage the movement. Sasha didn't hesitate, turning and placing her hands on the cool, black marble surface. The sound of a condom packet being ripped open caused her delicate loins to clench in expectation. Joe licked his lips as he traced the softness of her thighs, her rounded hips and supple backside, all inviting and mouth-watering as she bent over. He grasped his cock and slapped her naked ass with it, and Sasha moaned in response, her entire body alight with heat and longing.

"This fat ass, shakin' in my face all night, teasing me." His voice was rough and hungry. "You think I didn't notice? I notice everything about you too, nani." He dick-slapped her ass again and rubbed the stiff aching length in between her plump cheeks, bending down to nip her earlobe. "And you are my slut. No one else's." He knew how good she was at playing a slut, but it was all an act, an act just for him. That was the difference and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Coming from Tyson, the word had made her feel dirty and disgusting. From Joe, it sounded like the most amazing compliment ever. "Yes. Your slut." She thrust her butt impatiently against him. "Now quit fuckin' around and put that dick in me."

Ah, she was just as riled up as he was. This was going to be fun. "Since you asked so nicely…" Positioning himself at her entrance, he entered her in one smooth stroke. Sasha moaned and her entire body quivered. He thrust good and deep, liking the way his abs bumped against her ass, enjoying her little whimpers as his thickness stretched the moist heat of her walls. "Damn babe, your pussy is so fuckin' wet," he stated and bent down to suckle her neck, reaching inside her T-shirt to cup her breasts. He caught a glimpse of her face; her eyes were closed, her kiss-swollen lips parted as she enjoyed him inside her. He knew he hit her spot whenever her eyelashes fluttered and her heavy breathing actually stopped, her mouth open in a silent cry. "Uhhh," she said when she remembered how to breathe, "Fuck, babe."

"That's right slut, take my big dick in your tight cunt." Joe rumbled fiercely in her ear, his long fingers twisting her nipples, his hips pumping pleasure through their half-naked bodies.

Sasha twisted her upper body to stare down her lover. "Spank me."

His eyes lit up. "You want it rough, baby?"

"Hell yeah. Smack my ass like the dirty little slut I am," she said gruffly, grinding said body part against him. She wasn't sure where her depraved behavior was coming from but she was so turned on she could barely think straight. She needed him, badly, and could only function after she got what she needed.

Grey eyes glazed with excitement, Joe brought his right hand down on her ass cheek. The sound echoed in the darkness, her supple skin bouncing from the impact. She purred with satisfaction and circled her hips again. "Fuck. Do it again," she ordered.

Man, it was so fucking sexy when her voice got all breathy like that. He smacked the other side and pressed, groaning when her pussy clenched his length hard in reaction. "You like that, you slut? Like me smackin' that fat ass?" Another spank, and her walls squeezed him again. The fact that she enjoyed a bit of pain and aggressiveness with her pleasure was a big turn-on for him. It kept him on his toes when they made love and he liked that very much. His large hand closed around her neck, and Sasha whimpered as he tightened his hold a little, hot, delicious sensation stirring in her lower belly. "Yeah big boy, fuckin' choke me," she said, her hand spanning over his. "Choke your slut."

Smirking at the euphoric expression on his woman's face, his tongue darted out provocatively over the seam of her parted lips. "Such a filthy little mouth. I love my dirty MILF."

"Love you too, baby. Now shut up and make me come," she whispered back, hushing him by shoving her own tongue into his mouth.

Moaning, harsh breathing and naked flesh meeting naked flesh resonated around the open space. The prospect of getting caught perversely added to the thrill of their escapade. Joe decided to switch things up, lifting Sasha's left knee and placing it on the countertop, opening her wider to him. Pressing her body down against the cool surface, he shifted his hips to thrust into her from a different angle, and was rewarded with an expulsion of air followed by, "Fuck yeah! Right there, right there." She was trapped between the hard surface of the countertop and his big body, his hand in her hair and the other one squeezing her ass cheek; both her feet off the floor, unable to do anything except endure every inch of his deep, surging thrusts. She tried not to scream outright as he seemingly lost all control of his hips, drilling her throbbing pussy with reckless abandon. "Shit! Yes yes yes Joe, fuck me!"

Driven mad with need, Joe rode Sasha hard, fast, a husky groan slipping from his lips as each wave of ecstasy grew more incredible than the last. Sasha couldn't hold back any longer, crying out with pleasure as she constricted almost painfully around him. It was one curse after the other from her as he rammed into her pussy from behind, the friction between them growing more slippery from her gathering moistness. Joe knew that she was close just like he was close. "Come on this dick," he said roughly, tightening his grip on her hair. "I want that pussy cum all over my dick. Do it."

His deep voice was an irresistible caress she felt all the way to her toes, a command her body could never disobey. She screamed as the orgasm ripped her apart, rendering her weak and helpless and a trembling mess on the countertop. Behind her his movements intensified, his moaning culminated in an animalistic grunt as he pushed into her one last time, pulsing balls-deep inside her. "Fuck, nani." Spent, he fell on her back, leaning heavily on her and breathing hard into her hair. Sasha wriggled underneath him, forcing his numb self to move to avoid squashing her with his weight. Sasha was sad when he withdrew from her, instantly missing his heat. Gingerly – and surprised that she could move at all – she sat upright on the counter and buried her face in his chest, planting a kiss on the broad expanse as he caressed the back of her head. "God that was risky," she said, a tinge of terror laced in her sultry little giggle. "You think we woke 'em up?"

"Nope. Stop panicking." He pressed his lips to her forehead, then carefully dispensed with the used condom and gathered their pants and underwear on the floor. Sasha put on her shorts and grabbed her boyfriend before he could walk off. Her lips wrapped around his resolutely, her tongue darting out to taste his. Lust, awe and adoration clouded her eyes as she caressed his face.

"You are definitely the best dick I've ever had," she whispered.

Joe grinned. "Ya damn right." He kissed her again. Hard. "Now come on, let's disinfect this table."

I'm a pervert, aren't I? Lord help me, lol. It's not filler, I promise. I just feel Sasha deserves some good loving after 8 barren years. But I'll work on toning the smut down.

I can officially confirm we are heading towards the end of ITDE. I literally have about 8 chapters left in the tank, 10 tops. Thought you should know, and trust me when I say I'm not looking forward to it. :(

By the way, relating to Sasha and Mia's little debate, One Direction are not fit to even tune Backstreet's microphones. Pfft. No brainer. #BSBGroupie4Life