Another weekend. Another hotel.

This time, they are just outside of New York. Thirty minutes to an hour out, like the rest, placing them in New Jersey. A carefully chosen spot, far enough to blend into the faceless crowd, but close enough to make it a quick getaway. Just the right distance to feel the thrill of escape, yet distant enough to stay under the radar.

It had become second nature after the first few times. The lying. The cheating. The constant act of slipping into someone else's shoes, pretending to be someone he wasn't, someone he could live with for a few stolen hours.

He should have felt guilty, should have been weighed down by shame, but truthfully, he felt like he was cheating more on Liv than he was his wife.

Liv had his heart whereas Kathy didn't. His heart had never really belonged to her. It was tied, instead, to the idea of what their marriage should be, to the perfect image of a family he felt was necessary to raise his kids the right way. A picture-perfect family—two parents, a house, stability. But that was just the image. The reality was far from it.

If he were honest with himself, they were roommates, at best. Nothing more. The love and passion that should have been there had evaporated a long time ago, slipping away like sand through his fingers even before he left the force. The intimacy and sex life had gone before it. The act had become more of an obligation, something done out of duty rather than desire. It didn't matter now, though. There was nothing to miss and he couldn't even remember the last time he'd wanted her. His thoughts were already elsewhere, miles away. Focused solely on the woman he was racing toward, the one who made him feel alive and like he was finally being seen. She was the escape into reality, the indulgence into what his heart wanted and that was all that mattered.

He pulls up outside her building, his car idling quietly at the curb. The dark tint on his windows shielded him from prying eyes, concealing his presence in the shadows of the city street. He's picking her up from her place, preferring it this way. No need for two cars when they could share one, and no reason to invite unnecessary attention. If anyone from the precinct happened to stop by, the site of her car there wouldn't be too taboo.

He's asked her countless times if she's sure about all of it. Every time they've met like this, every time they've stolen the weekend away together, he's checked in, not for his safety, but for hers.

That's just the kind of man he is. The type of man who carries the weight on his shoulders but won't let her hold a single ounce of it. It's how he has always been during this affair, if anything got out he knew he could handle the fallback.

But he knows how the world works. He knows the blame for something like this would fall squarely on her, no matter how mutual their feelings are or how deep the connection runs. It's always the woman who bears the brunt of the fault harder. A fault he would be damned if anyone tried to place on Liv and if they dared try to lay it at Liv's feet, they'd have to get through him first.

His train of thought halts when he sees her step out of the building. It always does. He doesn't know why it still hits him so hard after all this time. One would think after years of partnership and then sneaking around, that he'd have grown used to it by now. That the rich brown of her eyes wouldn't cause his heart to flutter like the simple act of her nose scrunching wouldn't send a shiver down his spine. But here he is, breathcatching at how her hair catches in the breeze. Each strand bounced as if caught in slow motion, moving in time with her light, deliberate steps. She doesn't walk so much as she glides, floating effortlessly across the sidewalk toward him. And he watches, mesmerized like it's the first time all over again.

When she opens the car door and slides into the seat beside him, a rush of cool air enters with her, carrying her scent. A tunnel of everything soft, warm, and familiar. It's intoxicating, filling the small space between them, and he can't help but inhale deeply. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it, how the mere trace of her perfume could undo him.

For her, the sight of him sends a kaleidoscope of butterflies in her stomach. To still feel this giddy is absurd, as if they were sneaking around for the first time instead of the hundredth. His presence was electric, filling every corner of the car, every space in her mind.

As always, he's parked in the same spot just out of direct sight.

She's told him a hundred times that it's okay to park closer, that no one would notice, but he still chooses the spot four spaces down from her building. He was so on guard about making sure she stayed in the clear of being spotted. His caution is just another thing she finds endearing despite it all, a quiet testament to how much he cares.

At first, she had her doubts.

She remembers the night she'd asked him why he was so careful. It was a year ago, during one of their rare, unguarded moments in bed. Pillowtalk had turned serious for once, and the words spilled out before she could stop them. "Are you worried about me getting the brunt of it all?" she had asked, her voice soft but steady. "Or… of yourself being caught?"

The question had hung in the air like a fragile thread, and she'd braced herself for an answer she might not want to hear.

Just as the worry crept in he'd turned to her, his gaze steady and unwavering, and told her the truth. Calming her worries of him being ashamed of what they were doing.

He wasn't ashamed, could never be ashamed actually. It was the farthest thing from his mind. His only concern, his only priority, was her. His main goal was keeping her safe from the endless whispers that would follow if anyone found out, the need and worry spurring him on.

The sincerity in his voice, the way he'd looked at her, had melted her completely. She hadn't brought it up again after that night. She didn't need to. Every weekend, when she walked out of her building and saw his car parked in that same spot, it told her everything she needed to know.

This weekend was no different.

She'd cleared her schedule in advance, burning through her PTO to carve out these stolen weekends with him. The squad just thinks it's a new side to her one she's embracing with someone else since the loss of her partner She couldn't lie it was quite fun having them guess who and where she's been this weekend. She didn't correct them. Let them wonder, she thought.

The mystery of it all gave her a thrill.

The same thrill surged through her as he leaned over the middle console, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. His lips found hers in a way that felt both familiar and electric, the kind of kiss that carried years of stolen moments and unspoken words. The warmth of his mouth against hers pulled a soft moan from her throat, and she could feel the smile that spread across his lips in response. It was a smile she knew intimately, one that made her melt into him, made her forget everything else outside of this car, this moment.

His kiss lingered longer than usual, his lips pressing harder, more insistent, yet never crossing the delicate line between hunger and care. Aggressive but gentle, possessive but tender. The contrast of it flooded her senses, sending a rush of heat through her body that pooled low in her abdomen. Her fingers curled instinctively against his chest, needing to anchor herself as her body reacted to him in ways she could never quite control.

When he finally pulled back, it was slow and deliberate, as if reluctant to let her go. He eased back into his seat, his lips still curved in that knowing smile, the kind that made her stomach twist deliciously.

"Hi," he said, his voice soft but edged with amusement, eyes scanning her face with a quiet intensity that never failed to make her feel seen.

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, the warmth spreading to the tips of her ears as she stared back into his piercing blue eyes. They were impossibly clear, almost luminescent in the sunlight that shined into the car. "Hey," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, airy and light, yet carrying a depth she knew he would hear. She smiled back, a genuine, unguarded smile that left him hypnotized.

Her heart fluttered as his hand reached across the console, his fingers finding hers effortlessly. His palm was warm against hers, his grip firm but not too tight—just enough to remind her he was there. He gave her hand a brief, reassuring squeeze, a small gesture that carried more meaning than words could.

For a moment, they simply sat there, their hands intertwined, the world outside moving on without them. It was as though time had stopped, the bustling city fading into the background, leaving just the two of them in the stillness of their stolen moment. She felt his thumb brush across the inside of her palm, slow and deliberate, sending shivers up her spine.

With a small laugh, she broke the spell, reaching for her seatbelt and buckling herself in. He did the same, though his eyes lingered on her longer than necessary, that soft smile still etched into his face. It was a smile that mirrored her own, a secret shared only between them.

As the car pulled away from the curb, she leaned back against the seat, her head resting lightly against the window as the city blurred past. Music filled the car, soft and familiar, wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Fleetwood Mac drifted through the speakers—his choice, of course—and she couldn't help but smile as he started humming along, his fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel in time with the beat.

It was rare to see him this relaxed, this unguarded. He bobbed his head slightly as the song picked up, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, the hum of his voice blending seamlessly with the music. It was something she cherished about him—these glimpses of freedom, the small moments where he allowed himself to be simply.

She couldn't take her eyes off him. And he's been smiling since the second he saw her. She had seen him try to hide it once or twice, focusing on the road or fiddling with the radio, it was still there.

His lips were curved into a closed-lip grin, his dimples carving deep into his cheeks, especially the one on the right. It was maddeningly perfect, and her gaze kept falling on it, her thoughts wandering far from innocent.

Suddenly the urge to trace the indent with her tongue before trailing down the expanse of his neck shot to the forefront of her mind. The look of him sitting there relaxed and smiling carelessly stirred something within.

He feels her hand on his leg dangerously close to the place he's been craving for her to touch since last weekend.

"I miss you." came her voice low and sultry.

"Liv you can't start something and not finish it," he says his voice dropping an octave as he feels himself harden under her touch.

"Who says I wouldn't finish," She whispers the words against his skin as she slowly presses soft kisses along his jaw sending shivers down his spine. "With you, I always finish." The words were smooth and sultry and she drags her hand over his bulge.

A groan rumbled deep from within, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter as he tried to control himself.

Elliot gripped the steering wheel with one hand and helped Liv undo his belt with the other. The sound of the buckle ringing in his ears as he tries to focus on the road. She popped the button to his pants and unzipped them. She pulled the front of his boxer briefs down, allowing his dick to spring free, and he moaned when he felt her hand on him.

Are you sure?" He asks even though his entire body is tense with excitement.

"More than you know." She says her eyes are hazy with arousal, her breathing coming out on soft pants as she leans forward. His heart rate increased in anticipation, as she lowered her head over his tip and squeezed his thigh. Elliot breathed deeply through his nose when he felt her breath whisper against his shaft.

He loses all thought when he feels the tip of her tongue against the base.

She inched her tongue up the length of him, tracing the protruding vein to the tip. She teased the mushroom head, licking the pre cum that leaked from the slit. He groans when she takes him into her mouth, just the tip at first, sucking her cheeks and swirling her tongue around his head as her hand grips his base.

She pulls off with a pop for a moment spreading the wetness created by her saliva and his precum down the length of his dick.

With a quick glance, he watched as she glided her puckered lips back up to the head before engulfing it in the comfort of her mouth. The feeling of her mouth, wet and warm, surrounding his skin brought stars to his eyes.

"Liv." He said breathlessly, as she hollowed her cheeks and started to suck. "Oh my god." He breathes through clenched teeth as she starts to bop her head, her tongue flat against his shaft, her lips tight around him, sucking him off so eagerly that he's almost overwhelmed. He tried to stay focused as she sucked away, eyes darting around to the passing cars on the near-empty road.

"Baby," He gasps, hips stuttering against her face and it only seems to encourage her. Her tongue moves in patterns on his dick, one hand comes to his balls fondling them as she sucks harder. "Jesus Christ, liv. Don't stop." He pleads through a low guttural moan. She was entirely too good at this. She had only been sucking his dick for a few minutes, but knowing that she craved him as much as he did her had him ready to cum already. He could feel his balls tightening and she seemed to know he was close because she started to move faster.

Relaxing her throat, she takes him deeper into her mouth, the tip of him hitting the back causing her to gag. All she can hear is the groans and moans falling from his lips, her name leaving him like a prayer.

Keeping one hand in the wheel, he reaches down lacing his fingers through her hair. Not to guide or to push just yet, but to anchor himself to reality and make sure he remembers this. He'll certainly want to later.

"fuck, fuck fuck." His hand tightens in her hair but he doesn't even realize it, it feels too good, he knows he can't stop the impending orgasm even if he wants to.

Then she moans around him and he can't help the whimper that leaves him at the vibrations. She pulls off him and he takes in the way her eyes have teared, she's sure she's never seen him look hotter than right then. Looking up, he watched as her eyes moved to the passing cars before locking on to his. A fire burning behind them matching the one ignited deep inside him.

"Cum for me, let me taste it."

She brings her hand now to his shaft using the saliva dripping from her lips as lube while her hand begins to pump him. Lowering her head a little further, she then goes back to licking over his balls, carefully sucking them into her mouth until she feels his thighs tighten.

Elliot gripped the back of her head and white stars began to float behind his eyes as he neared his peak. She takes him back in her mouth and Elliot grunts, his fingers flexing in her hair and pulling her face against him. She loves how he's completely let go of any reservation, that he's going off what his body needs and she lets him move her head as he chases his release.

She takes him deeper and deeper, taking him so far down her throat that she chokes and pulls back with a gasp. Before he could even ask if she was okay, she then takes him back in her mouth sucking him just as deep as before and Elliot knows that he won't last long. The feeling is new, it's exciting, and it feels so fucking good.

He never would've thought head in broad daylight while driving would bring this much intensity, but it's just another thing added to the list of ways Liv has opened his eyes to new possibilities.

Her lips tighten around him and she swallows, hand pumping and twisting the base of him and it's too much, it's too good and he feels his entire body jerk. They near their first exit and he takes the moment to glance down at his woman at work. The look of her cheeks hollowed as she created the perfect suction on him was his final straw.

His orgasm rocks through his entire body, not even giving him time to warn her before he's coming on her tongue, spurting his cum into her mouth. Liv doesn't miss a beat, swallows, and sucks him as he gives in to his orgasm. His eyesight goes fuzzy and he's glad the road was empty this early afternoon. There's a ringing in his ears and his body twitches as she continues to suck on his tip. The movements of her hand slowed but didn't stop as she continued to lap lazily over him, drawing out his pleasure for as long as possible.

She pulls back completely, face messy, a string of spit still connected to him that she licks away. He hears the glove department open and sees her gathering napkins before returning to clean the mess that was made.

Once he feels like he can breathe again, his entire body deflates against the seat with his chest heaving. His hands are still tight on the wheel as he calms himself, his breathing starting to even as she places him back in his pants.

Settling into her seat, she couldn't help but follow suit like earlier. The smile etched on his face painted on hers. "Told you I'd finish it."

"Finish?" the words come out in question causing her to quirk her eyebrow in his direction.

"Oh, we're just getting started, baby." The words were smooth dripping from his lips in sequence to the way her juices flowed from her. His words hit right at her core causing her walls to clench.

The rest of the drive to the hotel is filled with a comfortable silence, the type that hangs between two people who don't need many words to fully communicate. Both of them thinking of the promise that lingered in the air and wishing for a miracle to get them to the hotel faster.

—-

They arrived in West New York, thankfully in one piece. His blood still pumping from the intense orgasm he just had as he pulls them into the parking garage of the hotel.

The hotel was the same as any other he would choose. Upscale and classy to the highest degree, an accommodation he gladly splurged on when it came to Liv. Not only did it feel good to live in this bubble they were in, but it brought fun memories also. Each new city was a new adventure, a break to give them a chance to try things they probably wouldn't have done before.

Even the outside of the place oozed elegance. Towering panels of charcoal-grey steel framed the entrance, their stark edges softened by the ethereal glow emanating from within. The glass doors, almost the height of the first story, were like open portals hinting at the grandness that awaited.

Above the entrance, the name "Angelu" was discreetly etched in slender, elegant lettering, barely catching the light. It didn't shout its presence, it whispered it, confident in its understated elegance.

Stepping through the sleek glass doors, they're greeted by high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers hanging like glittering constellations in the sky, casting a warm, inviting glow over the room. The monochrome color palette of the outside flowed seamlessly inside accented by the cool tan tone of the walls hinted with red that felt elevated. Plush velvet seating in shades of cream and ash grey were grouped around the room each section giving enough room for private conversation. It seemed each place got more grand the longer they snuck around and every weekend she looked forward to seeing what ways he could shock her next.

She stood off to the side as he confirmed the check-in, the process running quickly as he did everything online.

It wasn't long before he was leading her to the elevators, the coolness of the steel hitting her arms as they nestled in the corner of the box. It wasn't necessary no, there being plenty of room in the elevator only two other people accompanying them. As short as the ride may have been it felt like torture. His hand left an imprint through her clothes from the slow tantalizing motions he made at her hip. The only thing stopping her from letting a moan slip was the sight of the floor number illuminated above the elevator door. Each number went higher and higher, her breath coming out in time with the odds as she waited for it to hit the top floor.

The color scheme continued, but the mood shifted, becoming more intimate, more hushed. The details on the wall were enhanced by the color contrast enough that there wasn't a need for that much art. Hidden lights from above seemed to cast a soft glow creating a gentle ambiance. The deep charcoal carpeting muffled footsteps, adding to the sense of serene privacy. The air was subtly scented with a delicate fragrance, a blend of sandalwood and something sweetly warm he couldn't pinpoint, evoking a sense of calm and well-being. It wasn't just a hallway, it was a transition, a bridge between the bustling city outside and the private sanctuary within.

The suite was no different in that shock factor. The one-bedroom abode was not like any hotel he'd splurged on before. The door to the suite opened into another realm, a sanctuary crafted for both comfort and indulgence. The entire room was meant to give the perfect contemporary luxury vibe, as he read online and upon entering it did just that.

Entering the foyer, with its shined wood floors and ambient lighting, was the perfect transition from the rest of the hotel. The living area is open and airy, bathed in natural light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the city.

The same soft accent color from the lobby continued here, with walls aligned by dark wood panels. A sofa in creamy plush fabric centered the space, decorated with an array of pillows the same accent red as the lobby. A pair of armchairs sat on the side giving enough room to fill the space. Across the room, a state-of-the-art entertainment system was merged into the wall, a sleek, black fireplace below that could turn on at the touch of a button. It made his insides jump at the thought of spreading her out before it, mapping out the freckles on her skin on the warm glow it showers her in.

Turning to the left a mirrored wall separated the living space from the dining area.

A long table, crafted from the same dark wood accented throughout the place, sat along the other side of the wall. The chairs have the same plush softness as the sofa almost melting under her touch as she moves around the room. She admired the way the crystals in the chandelier shimmered above the table, the soft natural light of the windows catching it as she made her way over.

"This place is nice." She says as she stands at the windows viewing the city below.

"Yeah?" She the heat of his body before he neared, the warmth of him alerting her body and awakening every fiber within.

"I was loooking for something that was relaxing enough to get lost in" he placed a kiss just below her ear.

"Yeah," she says feeling his hands come around her waist. " and why is that" The question comes out with a low hum, the hand now on her hip drawing slow small circles sinking her into him.

" cause…" he begins the word drawn out as he kisses his way up to her ear "I don't plan on leaving this room all weekend" She feels a smack to her ass to punctuate his remark, the slight sting it left shooting straight to her core.

Elliot was playing with the hem of her sweater at her hip when he slipped his fingers underneath and touched her skin. She should stop them, tell him she's still a sex crimes detective and having sex in front of a window would be considered indecent exposure. But every logical thought about making their way to the still unseen bedroom went out the door as his hand slipped behind the hem of her yoga pants.

The feeling of his other hand creeping up her abdomen and in between her breasts had her arching into him. Her head resting on his shoulder thrown back as a moan escaped her lips. With precision, she felt his hand land at the base of her neck squeezing the space slightly before turning her towards him and closing the distance of their mouths.

The tips of her nails scraped down the back of his head, holding him in place as she fought to keep her moans contained.

She pants against him when she finally breaks the kiss, their pupils blown wide as their reddened lips continue to slide over each other, not quite ready to stop the contact. Their breaths mingled as they stayed in the close space while their hands moved at a record pace.

He uses his hand at the base of her neck to carefully remove the sweater, the coolness of the air making her nipples perk through the thin fabric. Her fingers worked hastily at the already loose belt of his, her movement more hurried than his as the ache grew by the second. She steps out of her boots and reaches back for him, pulling him close by his shirt. Next came her yoga pants, his hands pushing them down to her calves before she helped kick them off. The rest of the garments quickly followed leaving the bare to each other.

He stepped back, taking her in loving the way the soft pink of the satin set she wore complemented her skin. Eagerly, his lips crash back down on hers, her face cradled by his colossal hand as his fingers weave through her hair, and she does the same with his.

The cold glass touched her skin causing her to gasp as he rested her against it. The temperature was a contrast to the heat he was causing in her body.

His lips nipped at hers as he began to make his way across the newly exposed skin. Each kiss was joined by his tongue as he lapped and sucked at each spot leaving bruises for her to remember him by.

She couldn't breathe, the minor acts of his body causing a tingle at the tips of her toes that lingered there since she sucked him off in the car.

The sound of fabric ripping echoed through the space and she jumped as the cool air made contact with the wet mess between her legs. Her eyes were screwed shut as she tried to calm herself, the anticipation of where he was headed thrumming through her ears.

"Finally." She hears him breathe out against her cunt dancing against her glistening lips.

Then she felt it. His tongue. God his tongue.

Lapping at every crevice he could reach while his fingers kept their pace, sliding in and out of her with fever. The tap of his thumb of the hand still holding her waist against her clit had her on her tiptoes and her eyes widened at the sensation.

"Elliot..." she breathes out his name, her voice barely a whisper, and he loves how his name sounds when she says it, making him feel completely like himself for the first time since he left.

The force of his tongue edged her up the hill to her release and she was desperate for anything to ground her.

Her hand went to grip his head but she felt a halt in her movements. Eyes snapping open she looked down and saw a grin gracing his face, lips wet from the mix of them. "No touching, hands against the window." She moans as he winks at her and obliges, her toes curling at the look of gratitude on his face. "Good Girl."

His words hit her right where his tongue now laps, her walls clenching at the praise he gave. Moans spill from her mouth and she can't help the profanities that follow when she feels a finger slip inside of her. The feel of his digit easily sliding into her has them both moaning out and soon another was added, his rhythm never stopping.

She was a blubbering mess as he fucked her in every sense of the word. He felt a sense of pride and that only spurred him on. "I know baby, let it out."

Elliot looked up to see her with her head thrown back and fingers scratching at the window as he closed his lips around her clit and began to suck. He covered her with his mouth and swirled his tongue over and over and over. Her back began to arch into his mouth and he pounded his hand into her. Moans easily roll off her tongue as she scales higher to her peak. Feeling the tightness of her walls around him he gave her clit one final suck, enough to make her knees buckle as her orgasm washed over her. She feels her whole body tense, her ears ringing as she gushes around his fingers.

Elliot wrapped his arm around her, and held her to him, as her body went slack. Without hesitation he pulled his fingers from her and brought them to her mouth, loving the way her tongue licked them clean and groaning as she did. Quickly he turned her around, his hand on her lower back as he arched her back slightly. It was barely a second before she felt the head of him nudging at her entrance, a moan leaving her lips in anticipation.

She didn't wait long as he plunged his hips forward, sinking his length into the depths of her heat. As if something snapped, he pulled back just a little and repeated the motion the sound of the force bouncing off the walls. They created a punishing pace, skin smacking skin. The fire in her belly began to spread as the tip of Elliot's erection began to brush against a particularly sensitive spot inside of her.

Her mouth fell open but no sound came out as she braced her clung onto the clear glass for dear life. The glass fogged around her heated body, her nipples created marks in the residue as they scrapped against it. Her whole body clenched around him, pulling him deeper as her walls trapped him. His hands on her hips gripped sure to leave marks for the next week and she would never complain.

The energy in her body was slowly slipping away as he plucked every fiber of being. The strength to hold her head up was no longer and she dropped it along his shoulder opening up the space for him to suck. His lips found her sensitive spot nipping away at it as he fucked into her harder.

"El, I'm so close," she breathed into his ear, punctuating her statement with a high-pitched moan.

The sound of his pelvic bone smacking her ass grew faster as worked to bring her to her peak. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he touched a part of her that no one ever had before. Elliot could feel her clamping down on him and was close behind her. His name left her lips in a low groan, as she came. The sound of his name was like heaven in her low sex sex-laced voice, and he immediately felt a shock of electricity go to his balls.

Elliot moved both his hands to her hips and steadied her as he slammed up into her. It only took him a few more pumps before he emptied himself inside of her. Liv fell back and braced herself on his chest, as she tried to regulate her breathing.

Letting go of her hips he pulled out, watching the mix of them leak out onto the floor and her thighs. The sight caused something primal inside of him to sprout. A low groan rumbled through his body as he felt himself began to harden again. "In the room, I'm not done with you" he smacks her ass and watches as it bounces with the way she skips to the room.