Hello, beloved readers! It's been far too long. I haven't updating any of my stories for a while, and since this is the most popular, I decided it was high time Sam and Danny had a little action to share with you. I love you all! Enjoy :) And I want an idea for the next chapter!

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Danny's POV

It had been a long day at work. I walked into the break room and collapsed into a chair. I was the last one in the building, Johnny asked me to lock up the office. I've done it before. Not that hard. The Guys in White don't usually have security issues but it never hurts to be safe.

Not that I ever make being safe a priority. Sam really hates that about me, I thought to myself longingly. I miss her. I miss my wife. I want to go home.

"Wow, I really hate closing," I moaned as I stretched my sore limbs and tried to make myself more comfortable. Soon enough I would be home with Sam. I pulled my phone out checked my messages... Sure enough, I had a grand total of 86 new messages from her.

"Oh my God! Hahahaha!" I laughed hysterically. "I think that's a new record." I scrolled through the messages, reading them silently to myself...

I love you... I miss you... Oh, Danny, I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you. You're the sweetest, most perfect, most adorable guy in the whole world and I love you soooo much...

Adorable? I thought. Wow Samantha. Always calling me adorable. Can't she call me sexy or hot more often? Adorable, my butt.

Well, she has said I have a cute butt.

My phone buzzed and I saw a new message from an unavailable number. I'll check it in a minute, I thought as I finished reading my attentive wife's messages. Finally when I had read every single message I looked at the new one. It said...

I'll be there in five minutes. Watch your back.

"What the fuck?" I glanced around the empty room and shivered. Well that's really creepy, I thought. But it's probably just some practical joker sending creepy messages to random numbers... Yeah. That's what it is.

I stood up and made my rounds, locking up the building door by door. When I found myself back at the break room I was a little confused.

What? I thought. I didn't turn the lights out in there when I left... I walked in the room and flipped the light switch on. Light flooded the room and I scanned my surroundings. Everything looks normal, I thought.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

I walked over to the coat rack and grabbed my jacket and started to put it on, when suddenly someone placed their hands on my shoulders from behind me.

"Aw, come on, baby, you don't need a jacket. You're hot enough." I whirled around at the sound of her voice.

"Sam!? Oh, my God!" She's actually here! At the office! Right here in front of me. I could hardly believe it. But she was here. And... She was... She... Oh my God. "Samantha Fenton, what are you wearing?"

More like what was she NOT wearing. Clothes. There was a distinct lack of clothes on her deliciously curvy body. She was dressed sparsely in a sexy black bra decorated with black lace and little silver and red designs, and an equally sexy pair of matching panties.

"What, this?"' She asked me seductively, slowly turning around for me. Aw, fuck! I thought, She's wearing a thong. My pants were getting extremely tight and I felt like I was overheating a little bit. I gulped nervously as she turned all the way around and flashed a dazzling smile.

"Do you like it?" Oh, God... She knows I like it... Why does she even have to ask? I nodded my head, not trusting myself to speak. She giggled at my obvious discomfort and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"I've come to take you home," she whispered against my skin and began to trail little kisses on my neck. I sighed happily. This is heaven, I thought. Then she kissed me. I mean really kissed me. On the lips. Hard.

Ooooohhhh, Gooooodddd! I think I just died... There's no way we are going to make it home like this.

"Oh, Samantha," I breathed her name. She gazed up at me lovingly.

"Yes, Daniel?" I could hear the love in her voice, but it was mixed with something else. Could it be lust? I laughed and I pressed my lips to here again, kissing my love passionately.

"I could take you right here, right now. I'm so horny for you," I said. "I don't think I can wait." She glanced down at the bulge in my pants and a mischievous smile lit up her beautiful face.

"Ooh, did I do that?" She looked back into my eyes as she cupped my erection in one of her hands. I winced and hissed at the contact, loving the unexpected pressure of her hand touching me there.

"Oooh, you like that, don't you?" She asked as she began to massage my clothed erection firmly. Damn it, she's so sexy. I could come right now. I can't lose it. That would be so embarrassing. She'd never let me live it down.

"Since you can't even answer me, I'm assuming yes, you do like that," she giggled and pressed her sweet lips to mine again. Oh, yes. I do like it. Very. Very. Much.

After a couple minutes of kissing her and enjoying the sensations of feeling her hand working magic down there, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Saaammm," I moaned. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come if you keep this up..." Her hand froze and she laughed gleefully.

"Well, we can't have that, now, can we? Don't want you ruining your boxers." And with that said, she promptly unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down my pants. Damn. She did that so fast I didn't even know it was happening until I was standing there in my work shirt and my boxers.

Crazy though, compared to her, I was still overdressed. She realized this and she slowly began to work her hands underneath my shirt. I helped her, and together we managed to get rid of the shirt and we were standing before each other dressed only in our underwear.

I have to admit I was pretty excited. Not that she couldn't tell. My dick was so hard, it was making a good sized tent out of my boxers. If she wasn't mine I'd be embarrassed.

"Ooh, sweetheart, your dick wants me baaaad," she groaned as she knelt down in front of me and hooked her fingers in the rim of my boxers. "You don't mind if he comes out to play, right?" I couldn't help it. I moaned.

"Uuunnhh, baby, please," I heard the desperation in my voice but I didn't care. I hadn't seen her like this in so long and she was right there, sexy as hell and seducing me to the point of no return. "Please, Sammy, baby... I need you." And then my love smiled up at me and pulled down my boxers, my fully erect dick springing free of the restricting cloth.

"Oh, Danny, you're so big," she sighed happily and lightly ran her fingertips over the sensitive head. I gasped at the contact. It was so much better than when I touched myself. But she was here. My sexy wife was here. I could sit back and relax-

"FUCK!" I shouted. Forget relaxing. There's no way I can relax when she's got my dick in her mouth like that, oh my God! "Fuck, Sam, you feel so gooood!" I felt her tongue swirl around my shaft as she sucked harder.

My hips began to move of their own accord and in moments I had a hand buried in her beautiful black hair and I was fucking her mouth as deep as I could without choking her. What wouldn't fit into her warm, wet mouth she stroked with her hands. She was so damn sexy.

I looked down at her and watched my dick disappear past her red lips again and again. Then she looked up at me and made eye contact just at the moment she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.

I lost it.

"SAAAMMMM!" I cried out her name as I came into her mouth, my body shaking with my release. I closed my eyes and felt myself go halfway limp in her mouth. Crap. This is kind of embarrassing, I thought to myself... "Oh! Oooh!"

All thoughts of embarrassment dissipated as she began to suck my dick with renewed vigor and I felt a mixture of tongue and teeth pressing against the smooth skin of my most sensitive part.

"S-Sam, oh God," I said as she slid off my dick and looked up at me. She opened her mouth and I saw a large pool of my jizz floating in her mouth. "Aw, fuck..." She tilted her head back and made a show of swallowing every last drop.

"Mmm," she licked her lips happily. "You taste good." Any other time something like that would have made me laugh. Hysterically. But at this point I was so overwhelmed and exhausted from my climax that I only smiled and sank down to the floor with her. I took her in my arms and I held her close.

"I love you, Sam," I sighed as I pressed gentle kisses all over her face. Her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her soft lips... "That was amazing." She kissed me back happily.

"I love you, too, Danny," she said as she nuzzled my neck. "Let's go home." I laughed then.

"Where's home? Haha, I practically love here at the office. I wish I could be home home more often..." She knew I felt bad about being gone so much. The life of an undercover agent could be hard, especially on a family.

She looked up into my eyes and cupped my face in her hands. And then she said something that made me feel that warm and fuzzy feeling people alway talk about.

"Wherever you are. Wherever we are. As long as we are together, we're home." Mmm. Warm and fuzzy. I kind of like it.

"Awww... I love you, Sam..." I kissed her. She smiled and kissed me back.

"I love you, too, Danny. No matter where you are." That makes me feel better. She always knows what to say. I don't.

"What if I were in Ember's bed? Would you love me then, too?" That earned me a punch in the stomach and my jacket over my head. "Owwww!" I could hear her laughing. She knew I was kidding. I grinned sheepishly as I pulled my jacket on as it should be.

"You deserved that," she said, a smile on her face. I grinned back.

"Maybe," I answered. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Definitely," she whispered as she kissed me slowly and thoroughly. I could feel my arousal growing again. I moaned as she pressed her knee against it and began to rub it teasingly.

"Oh, God, Sam... We are definitely not making it home tonight," I murmured in between kisses.

"Where will we sleep, then, ghost boy?" She asked, pushing me back until I felt my legs hit table. I grinned mischievously.

"I think I have an idea," I said wickedly as I grabbed her, spun her around, and set her on the table. She grinned back at me as she spread her legs and drew me between them.

"I like the way you think," she whispered into my ear as she proceeded to plant sweet, sloppy kisses along my jaw, neck, and shoulders...

I think I like the way I think, too.

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