I could barely breathe, I was so turned on from what Ranger's hand was doing to me. I was trying to act normal, but it wasn't easy. We were in public and the waiter was headed back to us with his credit card. Thank goodness Ranger was ambidextrous. He signed for dinner with his left hand, momentarily stilling the motion of his right, which was luckily hidden by the linen tablecloth. I was trying not to pant from the sensation and thrill of it all. Ranger was talking in low tones with the waiter. It was lengthier than the average, 'Do you need anything boxed up and was everything to your satisfaction?' I was too busy trying to not reach maximum satisfaction myself in the middle of the dinner crowd to pay too much attention. The food was fabulous and I was hoping to come back here again someday. Orgasming in the dining room might make a return visit a little awkward.

The waiter nodded his head and stepped away, striding purposefully towards the front of the restaurant. Not having focused on his conversation with Ranger, I didn't know where he was hurrying off to. But before I could ask what was going on, the host was headed our way. Ranger smoothly removed his hand from under my dress. I tried to keep my whimper of disappointment to myself but the hot look Ranger gave me told me I was not successful. "Stay," he ordered as he took the two fingers that had previously been making me very happy and swiped them through the remaining sauce that dressed the ravioli before putting them in his mouth, sucking and licking them clean, his eyes focused on mine the whole time. I swallowed hard while he picked up his napkin to wipe his hands before standing to speak with the host. I tried to find some indignation at his expecting me to obey his order, but I was too turned on to object.

For the second time tonight I watched as Ranger passed cash to the man. This time the amount looked to be double if not triple the earlier transaction. I was trying to focus on anything but the sexual haze that was threatening to overcome me. I heard words here and there, but didn't focus in until I heard Ranger say he was interested in booking the private dining room for an important event. What? Here I was, squirming in my seat, trying to get some relief, all the while reminding myself what a bad idea that was in such a public place and Ranger's trying to arrange what? A dinner party? A business event? I'd thought he was just as affected by what was going on between us as I was. But it appeared that he, like Joe, was willing to put his work ahead of our relationship, ahead of me.

The good news is that realization was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head and my heated hormones suddenly banked their fire. I was building up a good head of steam to give him a piece of my mind before storming out and calling a cab when I saw the host still for a moment at something Ranger said before glancing at me and back to Ranger, again, keeping his polite, professional expression intact. The man pocketed the cash and gave Ranger a nod of understanding before turning, promptly making his way back to the front of the restaurant. I opened my mouth to tell Ranger exactly what I thought of his need to switch into CEO Ranger in the middle of our date. But before I could form any words, he whisked me out of my seat and hurried us through the dining room towards a hallway that led to the back of the restaurant. We passed the restrooms before coming to a set of double doors. Pulling one of the doors open, he shoved me through the door, quickly stepping in behind me, the door closing on its own. There were no lights on in the room, but with the light from the windows I could see we were in a banquet room, with long rustic tables and mismatched chairs, echoing the decor of the main dining room. I felt my anger rise as I discovered not only was he taking time from our date to book a room for some event, but we were going to tour it too?

I turned to face him, completely livid. Before I could speak his hands were cupping my jaw, tipping my face up as his mouth descended on mine, the kiss needy and frantic. His hands drifted away from my jaw, one settling into my hair at the base of my neck, the other on my ass pulling me tight to his body. Holy hell. He was hard as a rock again, or was it still? All thoughts of anger were forgotten as I felt him begin to walk me backward, further into the room. His hand left my ass briefly as I bumped into a wall. It was in fact not a wall, but a door that he quickly opened, and moved us through, his lips never leaving mine.

As soon as the door shut behind us he turned and had me pressed up against it. I reached for him, wanting to pull his body closer to mine. But he broke the kiss and took my wrists in his hands, pinning them to the door on either side of my waist as he took a step back. He was breathing hard, his eyes dark and wild. We were in a storage room built into the banquet room, the only illumination coming from the street lights that poured in from the windows set high in the wall. It gave the room a moonlight, dreamlike feel. He kept me pinned to the door with a look as he released my hands, taking another step back. His voice was rough and low, as he commanded, "Show me."

I shivered and shook my head to clear the haze. When I had a stalker, Controlling Ranger always got my hackles up, but in this instance I had no objections, in fact I loved it. But what did he want? Show me? Show him what? His eyes left mine as they drifted down my body, lingering briefly on my breasts before settling just below my waist. Oh. OH. His eyes were hot. I briefly wondered if he was channeling his inner Superman again. What I wasn't sure of was if he was trying to use x-ray vision to see through my dress or heat vision to burn a hole in it. From the fire in his gaze, I was thinking it was the latter.

I moved my hands to comply with his wishes. Slowly, I slid my hands from the door to the tops of my thighs, then down and towards the center of my body. When I reached the inner edges of the dress, I stilled, a thrill skittering though my body. While his eyes were fixed on what he was waiting for me to reveal, my eyes were fixed on him. His body was tense, muscles tightly coiled in an effort to keep himself from lunging at me and tearing off the dress. He wanted me badly. If I wasn't mistaken, he'd just paid the host nearly $1000 for the use of the room because he couldn't wait for us to drive home to see me, to have me. It was clear he was physically restraining himself from ravishing me like an animal. The rush that went through my body nearly made me lose my balance. I'd never been wanted like this.

At the growl of impatience that escaped him, my hands began to move again. I shifted my feet a little farther apart, to both aid in maintaining my balance and to open myself up to him even more. My fingers grasped the edges of the split in the dress and peeled the fabric back, exposing myself to him. I stilled, waiting for his reaction, keeping my eyes focused on his movements. Watching him like the wild thing he was, I was alert, not sure where the strike was going to come from. I expected him to lunge for me, to claim my body with his. What he did shocked me. This man, a man who'd stared down death countless times, a man who'd built an empire, a man who I felt privileged to even have in my life as a mentor and friend much less have a relationship with, a man I felt inferior to in every way imaginable: this man dropped to his knees in front of me.

He was singularly focused on me as he lightly gripped my ankles, slowly moving his hands up my shins, and around to massage my calves. With gentle caresses they glided up to my knees and further north. As his hands traveled up my thighs I stared down at him, feeling like a queen as he so reverently worshiped me. "So beautiful," he whispered as he leaned in and nuzzled me, like a big dangerous cat, greeting his mate. His fingers lightly traced the elastic that encircled my legs before moving to travel the edge of the lace as it stretched up to the waistband. He leaned back slightly, as if to take in the garment again - what little there was of it. He groaned, and if I'm not mistaken, swore in Spanish under his breath.

Coming back to me, he gave me a long lick, as you would an oversized lollipop, his tongue sliding up my lips, parting me with his tongue. I shuddered at the contact and had to brace my hands on the top of his head to keep myself upright. I watched the muscles in his shoulders bunch under his sweater as he changed position, now using his fingers to hold me open to him. He continued the long, slow licks, his tongue flat so he could make as much contact as possible. "I love the way you taste," he murmured his enjoyment while I moaned and gripped his hair tighter.

My hips began to rock, silently begging him to speed up, press harder, something, anything. More. I needed more. Ever the master of silent communication, Ranger moved to appease me. He slid his left arm behind my right leg, raising it off the ground and up to rest on his shoulder. His hand came up to clamp down on my upper thigh, steadying me. I was completely exposed to him now, allowing him to resume demonstrating his devotion. Using the tip of his tongue he traced circles around my clit as he used two fingers on his right hand to trace up and down my slit before plunging them inside of me. I moaned at the added sensation as he moved them slowly and steadily in and out.

Without being conscious of the movement, my hips began to rock again, my body pleading with him to make me come. Groaning, his lips and tongue zeroed in on my clit, giving it all of his attention. He gave it several quick hard lashes before sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. At the same time, he sped up the movements of his right hand, curling his fingers slightly and twisting to rub against my g-spot. My eyes closed, my head falling back as my hands fisted in his hair. I held him tightly to me as my hips rocked harder, faster. My belly tightened and I felt myself spasm around his fingers, pulsing as my hips jerked, my orgasm consuming me.

"Fuck," I heard him groan. "You're gorgeous when you do that." Ranger stayed right with me, wringing every bit of pleasure from my body. He held me steady as I lost focus, only conscious of the sensations coursing through me. As his fingers slipped from me and he pulled back, I released my grip on his hair. Before I could register the loss of him, he'd risen, sliding my leg from his shoulder to his hip as he grasped the other leg to join. I immediately wrapped them around him and crossed them at the ankle behind his back. At some point he'd undone his belt and zipper, freeing his cock. His eyes were locked on mine, his hands under my ass, supporting my weight as he rocked his hips. The motion caused the head of his cock to slide against me, dragging it along my slit and up to press against my clit before retreating and then advancing again.

His voice was rough. "I love making you come like that. You make me feel like a fucking king." His hips kept rocking, rubbing himself against me. If it made him feel that good I was more than happy to let him do it again. I squirmed as I tried to angle my hips to slide his cock into me, but he'd have none of it. I was going mad. He squeezed my ass, his palms covered by lace, his fingers on bare skin. The sensation reminded both of us of what I was wearing under the dress. His breath was warm as he kissed me in that sweet spot just below my ear, "I like these Babe." He gave another squeeze for emphasis. I moaned and squirmed, once again trying to impale myself on his cock. He held himself away from me as his right hand moved to the crack of my ass before sliding lower, tracing and teasing my opening. My brain got fuzzy again, hoping he would put me out of my misery, either with his cock or his fingers. My eyes slid closed, my hips rocking against his hand, trying to make myself come. Before I could finish he pulled his hand away and he gave me a swift hard smack on the ass. My eyes flew open in shock.

His eyes were nearly black as they held mine, "You wore them to tease me." His fingers caressed the sore spot, soothing and arousing in the same movement. I nodded in response, too stunned to form any words. His look was unreadable as he informed me, "That was wicked." I swallowed hard and nodded again. "I'm going to have to punish you." He raised an eyebrow, daring me to object. A shiver ran through me at the thought, images of how he'd dole out discipline. A slight tilt of his head was acknowledgement of my acceptance. His mouth turned up slightly at the edges, proving that the old adage, 'this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you' would not hold any truth here. The look on his face told me he was going to enjoy every bit of it.

This was a game we hadn't played before. The rush that went through me was a surprise as I recognized I was going to enjoy it just as much as he was. I tried to look contrite but the way my pulse quickened betrayed me. His eyes flared as his smile turned positively feral. He took my mouth with his, controlling the kiss, his tongue swept into my mouth, harsh and demanding, hinting of what was to come. He pulled back, ending the kiss, causing a whine of disappointment to escape my lips. Looking me in the eye, he informed me of the consequences of my actions, his voice leaving no room for argument. "When we get home, you're going to stand in front of me and strip, until all you're wearing is these," his thumbs tracing the edge of the lace. "Then you're going to lean over the back of the couch while I spank you to remind you of what happens when you play with fire." I shuddered and closed my eyes, losing myself in the image he painted. A pinch on my ass made me jump and my eyes snapped open. He smirked, knowing I was going to enjoy my sentence just as much as he was. Finally he brought his hips back to mine, resuming the rocking motion, sliding his cock up and down my slit. Finding the way his words affected me, he groaned as the additional wetness allowed him to glide over me. His eyes dropped from mine to my neck, taking in the way my pulse quickened confirming what he already knew. His lips moved to the juncture of my shoulder and neck, warm and insistent. His teeth grazed my skin as he kissed and licked his way up to my ear. He bit my earlobe before moving his mouth to my ear, his voice deep and rumbling, "And then I'm going to take you from behind, your perfect ass framed by this tiny scrap of lace. I'm going to watch my cock drive into you over and over again until you scream."

Oh my god, I was ready to scream here and now, in frustration, not satisfaction. His words and his movements driving me out of my mind. I tried to shift against him but he held my hips in place. I whimpered and moaned, still he taunted me with his cock, letting me know he was ready for me but that he wasn't going to take me until he was satisfied he'd pushed me to my limit. I couldn't take it any more, finally I resorted to pleading, "Please, oh god, please Ranger."

"Please what Babe?" He knew damn well what, but he wasn't going to give it to me just yet. I knew the waiting was as tortuous for him as it was for me, but he loved it, the teasing, making me beg, making me voice what I needed, what I wanted. The agony of being denied was always outweighed by the pleasure when he finally acquiesced. I was sure this time would be no different.

His hips were still rocking, keeping up the steady rhythm of his cock rubbing against me. I was losing my mind, the need overriding everything, my repressed Catholic upbringing, my embarrassment, and my stubborn independent nature. The waiting and the teasing were almost painful, as I pleaded with him, "I need you. God, I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me." Now that he's succeeded in making me beg, he gave me what we both wanted. With a single thrust of his hips he was buried to the hilt. I let out a small shriek at the welcome invasion. It had been a long time, too long. And just like before, having him inside me made me feel complete, whole, like I did every time with him and only with him. It didn't take long before I was rapidly spiraling up again, still sensitive from my first orgasm, his hips shifting against me, slowly withdrawing from me then driving back in. I pressed my shoulders back against the door, giving myself some leverage as I ground my hips into his each time he surged forward.

Groaning, he took my mouth with his. Tasting myself on his lips ratched my need up another notch. This was yet another thing that made being with him unlike being with anyone else. He was able to unlock feelings, needs in me that I would never have known were lying beneath the surface. On our first night together he'd brought his mouth to mine after using it between my legs to send me into an earth shattering orgasm. While I'd laid there panting, trying to remember how to breathe he'd crawled up my body, kissing me softly at first, just brushing his lips across mine. When I didn't resist he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to tangle with mine. Registering that it was my own essence I was tasting and how much it turned me on was a shock. There was something about the way he coaxed me into stretching my boundaries, he always offered, suggested, tempted, but never pushed me, allowing me to decide what I wanted. He made me feel safe. I trusted him like no other and because of that, there was nothing he'd ever asked of me that I refused. I'd never regretted any of it.

A noise somewhere between a groan and a growl escaped him as he continued to pound into me, his movements speeding up, becoming erratic. I loved knowing that I could do this to him, make him lose control. This man exercised control and restraint in every aspect of his life, and the thought that I, Stephanie Plum could make him lose control was a heady feeling. It always made me want to pull on the tiger's tail, to see how far I could push him. It was that desire that caused me to wear the bits of lace and elastic that had gotten us here.

For someone who was the embodiment of the strong silent type, there was one place Ranger really loved talking. Well, maybe not a location so much as evidenced by our current circumstances as well as past trysts in his Turbo, Joyce's pantry and his office at Rangeman. It was more the activity that loosened his tongue. He liked to talk dirty during sex and he really liked it when I did. It didn't come easily to me but seeing what it did for him made the effort more than worth it. His hands slid from under my ass to my hips, slightly tilting them up as he held me up against the door. This slight change caused his cock to hit my g-spot on the next thrust. I let out a small shriek at the sensation. Tangling my hands in his hair again, I moved my mouth to his ear, my voice rough as I confessed, "God I missed fucking you." My words signaled the beginning of the end. Ranger growled, gripping my hips as he drove into me, again and again until the sensations grew to be too much, the force and the friction overwhelmed me and I was lost to it. I cried out, "Oh god, oh god, oh god." As I came I felt myself clench tightly around Ranger's cock. He thrust three more times in rapid succession before driving in deep, pinning me to the door as I felt his hips jerk as he came inside me, my name escaping his lips as a strangled cry.

For a long moment he kept us pressed together as he nuzzled me, placing soft kisses along the column of my neck. When he finally moved us, rather than setting me back on my feet, he turned and sat me on the table that was sitting up against the wall. I gave a little shiver, the tabletop cold against my skin. Even though I was still wearing the underwear, it offered little to no barrier and my dress was still hiked up around my waist. He didn't release me right away, instead holding me to him, not willing to give up the intimacy. He continued placing kisses along my jaw, his fingers gently skimming my back and down my arms. Finally he put some space between us, pulling back and pulling out in the same motion. He tucked himself back into the boxer briefs he wore whenever he wore dress pants and fastened his pants and belt. He somehow managed to look put together and polished as always, with the exception of his hair a bit disheveled from me having my hands in it. I was sure in contrast I looked a mess. Trying to put myself back together, I closed my legs, trying to contain the remains of our encounter. I looked around for something to clean myself up with, paper towels or tissues. Finding nothing, I asked Ranger, knowing the odds were slim, "You don't have a handkerchief do you?" It was something men my dad's age would carry but I doubted Ranger had one. He shook his head slowly, a little perplexed. I tried to not be embarrassed but I blushed as I asked, "Can you go get me something to clean up with?" I cast my eyes down to draw his attention to the issue, "I can't make it home like this, I'll leave a wet spot on my dress and ruin the seat in your car."

Catching on to my dilemma, a slow smile spread across his face before his eyes darkened and he took a step back towards me, placing one hand on each of my knees, forcing them apart and opening me up to him once again. Wait, how was this going to help? He took in the sight of me, sticky and messy. He looked pretty pleased with himself at the state of me. Men. Mentally I rolled my eyes. His smile looked positively wicked as he rolled his eyes up to mine, "We can't have that now can we?" I shook my head slowly, not sure where he was going with this. Shrugging slightly he said, "Guess I'll just have to clean up my mess like a good boy." I still wasn't tracking. First of all, if he was going to help me clean up, why hadn't he gone to get me some tissues? And secondly there wasn't anything I could think of that was more absurd than calling Ranger a good boy. My confusion must have shown on my face because he looked at me, then down, licking his lips. Before I could blink he slid his hands from my knees around to the back of my thighs, gripping them as he pulled me to the very edge of the table. The move caused me to have to put my arms back for support, my hands braced on the table.

His eyes locked on mine as he leaned down, placing kisses on my inner thighs, slowly moving higher. My brain was starting to fog as I watched his progress. He paused, mere inches from my pussy. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking for my consent. But for what? My eyes widened as realization dawned. Oh my god! He wanted to, oh my god! I never, I mean before, when we, oh my god! He held my eyes as he gave my thigh another kiss, even higher than the one before. "Babe?" Well, I guess if he wanted to, I mean he was offering, it would be rude to say no. My head was spinning at the thought. When we'd been together before, he'd kissed me after I swallowed when he came in my mouth, but this was, this was, holy shit. Just thinking about it had me close to orgasm. I worried when he actually did it I might not survive. I thought when rather than if, knowing I could never deny him anything.

Not wanting to give away just how much the idea turned me on, I tried to act nonchalant. Raising one shoulder to shrug I said, "I guess if you want toooo…" and that was all the farther I got in teasing him. My response died in my throat as all of the air wooshed out of my body as he pounced. In an instant he slid his hands from my thighs to my ass, tilting my hips up focusing on the task at hand. He used his tongue to clean me, lapping up every bit, again reminiscent of a big cat cleaning, grooming his mate. I swear he purred in satisfaction. If the noises he made were any indication, he thoroughly enjoyed himself in the process. Not wanting me to feel left out he made sure I enjoyed the process as well. Twice.

Good boy indeed.