A/N: Hahaha! I hope you all still love me after the evil cliffhanger of the last chapter… now on with the smut! R&R XO, KJ

Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination belongs to me.

Dedication: To Jess, who put it so eloquently when she said "Sometimes I wonder just how Catholic that boy really is." Amen, sista.

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I pulled back to gauge his reaction as soon as I whispered my dirty little secret. His face was flushed and his blue eyes had darkened to the color of a sky with a storm rolling in. "You can't?"

"Well," I clarified. "Hawk and I have only… you know… twice, since I met you, but both times… I just couldn't… and then I thought of you, your eyes, and your smile. This look of deep concentration with your forehead all wrinkled up. Kinda like that, "I smiled softly at him, his face mirroring what I had just said. I cleared my throat. "Your, uh, your eyes sliding shut when you came inside me."

"What else?" he asked, taking a step closer to me. I took a step back. He scared me just a little. His presence was so commanding, so intimidating. "C'mon, Liv," he said with a lopsided grin. "Tell me more about how I make you come. How do you feel?"

My eyes shut of their own volition and I lick my bottom lip. I can hear Elliot groan at the sight of my tongue. "I feel… so hot… and tight. Like you're going to break me. I can feel you, inside me. Stretching me. I can feel every inch of your cock in me. And then, you touch me. Your thumb just barely grazes my clit, and I'm coming harder than I ever have. And both times… both times I was so disappointed when I opened my eyes and saw my husband," I said, opening my eyes to find Elliot still standing there, breathing heavily. "I'm a horrible person," I said with a sigh.

"Not any more horrible than me," he admits.

"You just said my name once. I told you I can't close the deal unless I'm thinking of you. How does that even out?"

"You want to know how? I'll tell you. I told you I said your name once. I didn't tell you about all the times I fantasized about you. The firs time was at dinner that night," he said.

"What? You didn't even know me," I replied.

"I knew enough to have one hell of a hard on under the table. C'mon, Liv. Between the red dress and the fuck me heels? You could make a dead man fantasize," he paused. "Do you, uh, still have those?" he asked with a grin.

"Yeah. I do. But that was only one fantasy. You said all the times. Tell me about the other ones," I asked.

"Well, um, there was one where I came over here to get Hawk… and he wasn't here, but you were. Do you usually answer the door wearing just those heels?" he asked playfully.

I blushed ten shades of red. "No."

He grinned. "I didn't figure."

"But maybe I could start," I whispered.

He smiled as he continued. "When you came to the door, you were wearing just those, and this tiny pair of panties. It was like you were expecting me. You let me in, and just stood there, like you were waiting for me to make a move."

"And did you?" I asked.

"Of course. I reached for you, and my heart was racing when I touched your skin. I wanted to touch you everywhere at once," he motioned to my body, still not laying a hand on me, just tracing an outline of my curves through the air. "I kissed your neck, your cheek, your face, you shoulder, your breasts. Everywhere that I could see I had to have my mouth."

I shuddered at his honesty and wanted so badly to reach out for him when I heard my cell phone ringing from the bedroom. "Stay here," I said, turning to go answer it.

"Hey John," I answered when I saw my husband's name on the caller ID.

"Hey, honey, I was just going to tell you I think I'm going to crash in the cribs tonight. Don't wait up for me," he said.

"Okay," I replied, knowing he was probably somewhere with Kathy.

"I love you, Olivia. Elliot says hi."

"Tell him hi back," I tried to say as nonchalantly as possible, wondering if he knew that I knew he was lying. If he knew that Elliot was standing in our kitchen telling me that he fantasized about me after I told him I couldn't orgasm unless I thought about him.

Hawk hung up and I turned my phone off before flipping it shut. I stuck my head in the closet and pulled out the black heels I'd been wearing the night we went out to dinner with Elliot and Kathy. I looked in the mirrored closet door and bit my bottom lip. If I did this… I was going to cross a line. A line my husband had already crossed. But that didn't make it right. On the other hand, I couldn't sit here and be the idiot wife anymore. I didn't know how long John had been cheating on me, but I was at a point where turnabout was fair play. I dug into the back of the closet and pulled out a red satin robe that I hadn't worn in a long time. I shoved my shorts down my legs and decided to leave my thong on. I pulled my sweatshirt off over my head, revealing my bare chest. I slipped my arms into the sleeves of the robe and tied it closed. Sliding my feet into the shoes, I fluffed my hair and took a deep breath. I headed back into the kitchen where Elliot was looking at pictures on the fridge. "It was John," I said.

He turned at the sound of my voice and his jaw hit the floor. I smiled at him and continued. "He said you guys aren't quite done, and that he's crashing in the cribs. He said you said to tell me hello."

He smiled sadly at the idea of our cheating spouses but brightened when I pulled on the sash of the robe. "Well, hello, then," he said with a smile as the robe fell open. He crossed the room in two strides and pulled my hips against his. His hands went under the robe and traced patterns against my flushed skin. My breasts were still hidden by the satin of the robe and he pulled it farther open. "You're beautiful, I hope you know that," he whispered.

"You make me want to believe it," I replied.

"I'm glad. If you… want to back out, or don't want this to go any further, please tell me. I'll be disappointed, but I promise I'll try to understand," he explained.

"El, would I have taken off my clothes, put on the robe and the fuck me heels if I didn't want what you wanted?" I asked.

"Thank God," he breathed, pushing the red satin to a puddle on the floor. He scooped me into his arms and headed for the direction I had come from – the bedroom. It occurred to me that we hadn't even kissed, and suddenly I wanted very badly to feel his lips beneath mine to see if the reality was as good as the fantasy. I took his face in my hands and he stopped still in the hallway. I pressed my lips to his tentatively at first, and then deepened the kiss. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to slide in, and it did. Bliss. He walked into the bedroom I'd shared with my husband for over a year and laid me out on the king sized bed. He pushed the door shut behind him and started undoing the buttons on his black dress shirt. He pulled the tails from his jeans as I lay there, staring up at him. He pulled the shirt off his shoulders, exposing the crucifix tattoo on his left shoulder, and the United States Marine Corps tattoo on his right forearm. So sexy. He unbuckled his black leather belt, sliding his gun holster and badge off and putting them on the dresser. He unbuttoned and unzipped his black jeans, sliding them and his low-rise briefs to the floor. He pulled his socks off and stood there, totally naked in front of me. I put my hand over my heart, scarcely believing what a work of art his body was. I held my arms out to him and he climbed in the bed next to me.

"You'll tell me, if you want to stop," he said.

"Of course, but don't expect to be hearing it anytime soon," I smiled.

He trailed a hand down to cup me through the soaked lace of my thong. He pushed it aside and slid a long finger inside me. I clenched my muscles around his finger and he groaned. "You're so tight," he whispered. I pushed against his shoulders to let him know I wanted to switch our positions. He complied, drawing his finger out of me and letting me control the next move. He leaned back against the pillows in front of the iron headboard and waited for me to do something.

"How do you feel about handcuffs?" I asked.

"Depends. What did you have in mind?" he asked.

I trailed my fingers down his erection while I answered him. "You. Cuffed to this bed. While I take you in my mouth and suck you fucking dry."

He groaned and bucked into my hand. "I'd be okay with that. But remember. Payback's a bitch."

"Oh, I have a feeling the payback would be very nice," I said, standing up and crossing the room to the dresser where I kept my silver handcuffs. He groaned behind me and I glanced over my shoulder. "What?" I asked.

"You. The black thong, the tan ass. The shoes. You're a wet dream, but I know I'm not dreaming."

"You certainly aren't," I said, returning to the side of the bed. "What do you think?" I asked. "Panties on or off?"

"Off. I want to feel you against me."

I hooked my thumbs in the thong and pulled it off, scooting it across the floor.

"Don't lose those," he said.

"Why not?"

"I'm keeping them."

My nipples tightened as I shivered at his request. "What if Kathy found them?"

"She won't. I won't let them out of my sight."

I groaned and climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs. The silver handcuffs swung from the tip of my finger as looked down at him, his eyes burning with butane fire. "You ready?" I asked.

"Gonna read me my rights?" he teased.

"You have the right to remain silent. But I sincerely hope you choose to give up that right," I teased back, locking one of the silver bracelets around his wrist. I looped them through the wrought-iron and hooked the other one on his opposite wrist. He pulled against the headboard to test their strength. "You're not going anywhere, detective," I swore.

"I might be dead by the time this is over," he said. "But what a way to go."

I traced a lazy pattern down his chest, dragging my nails up and down his washboard abs. I stretched forward and grasped his hands with mine letting my breasts hang right over his face. His tongue snaked out to touch my nipple and I groaned and squeezed his hands. I pushed back against his straining erection, stretching my torso as far as it would go. He placed feather light kisses all around my breasts, tugging at my nipples with his teeth. "El," I groaned.

"Liv," he groaned right back with a grin. He tugged against the handcuffs, forgetting for a moment that he was restrained. I slid back on his legs a little bit and leaned over him to take him in my mouth. Closing my lips around the tip, I slid him as far in as I could, which wasn't all the way. He groaned as he felt himself hit the back of my throat. I slid back up, dragging my teeth lightly along his length. I kissed and bit, sucked and blew, pushing him to the brink of sanity and waiting for him to drop off the edge. "Liv, stop," he said.

"You're not really in a position to make demands, are you?" I asked, motioning to where he was handcuffed to my bed, going right back to work on him.

One more long, slow lick and he was gone.

A few minutes later, I crawled back up his chest and unlocked the handcuffs, gently rubbing the red area of his wrists where he'd fought against them.

"Amazing," he breathed, kissing me lightly. "Remind me to return the favor at some point," he said.

"I wanted to," I explained. "Call it my fantasy," I whispered.

"Thanks for leaving the shoes on," he said with a grin. I laughed, hardly realizing I had them on. With him around, I hardly noticed anything.

In that instant, he took advantage of my distraction and rolled me to my back, quickly sheathing himself inside me. "Ready for round two already?" I asked.

"Ready when you are," he said with a cocky grin, slowly pulling almost all the way out.

"I'm ready," I said, just as he slammed all the way back inside me. I gasped at the sheer power of him.

"You sure?" he asked.

I nodded, and fisted my hand in his hair, bringing his mouth down to mine. I stroked my tongue inside, licking his own essence into his mouth. Our tongues tangled for a few minutes, mimicking what was happening farther down. I met him thrust for thrust and in a few moments he'd pulled me right to the edge.

"Let go," he whispered into my mouth. I hung on as long as I could, trying to stave off my orgasm as long as possible. When it finally came, I felt like I was shattering into a million shards of glass. And when I opened my eyes and saw Elliot, it was like all the pieces came back together.

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A/N: Sorry you had to wait so long for that my girls! But guess what? I talked to the Kinsey-mom today (I'm 23 and my friends still call her "Kinsey's Mom") and she said my daddy ordered my laptop and it shipped yesterday so it should be here this weekend! WOO HOO!! Let me know what you thought of this chappy! XO, KJ