Page 15 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)

Someone had some crazy, mad accreditation.

‘Christopher Leonard, MD, FCAP, DABP, D-ABMDI.’

Honestly, it was kind of sexy.

Smart men made her crazy.

Well, this smart man did.

“How is it that you have more letters after your name than in your name?” she teased.

It made him laugh.

“I think my actual name has more.”

Maybe.

Since she was curious, he explained.

“Well, the MD is my Doctor of Medicine, the FCAP is the Fellow of the College of American Pathologists, the DABP just means I’m board certified in atomic pathology and forensic pathology, and the D-ABMDI means I’m a certified medicolegal death investigator.

All those letters are why the FBI came looking to hire me, and allows me to work with you. ”

She teased him.

“Someone was studying in college and not having fun,” she admitted. “I only have three letters after my name. F. B. I.”

He winked.

“I have those, too, but I’m glad I have the others, or I wouldn’t have a pretty woman sitting in my lap. It’s a good thing she has a fetish for MEs.”

Wasn’t that the truth?

She absolutely did.

“It’s hereditary, apparently,” she said, putting his paper down to run her fingers across his lower lip. “Is my MD, FCAP, DABP, D-ABMDI in the mood for some lunch?” she asked.

He slipped his hands back into her hair.

“You can just call me husband,” he said, pulling her mouth toward his to lock them together in one hell of a sensual kiss.

Sue him.

He liked kissing his woman.

When one of them moaned, Chris broke the kiss.

“Mmmm, Sweetness, I do love a weekend off. How about you and I do something fun like get naked on that blanket and christen our weekend at home?”

Well, if he insisted…

“I’m free,” she admitted. “For the record, I was going to give you a sexy striptease as you were on your call, but you got off of it so fast.”

He was aware.

Elizabeth liked nothing more than teasing him, and he loved nothing more than being teased.

“Maybe later you can catch me off guard. I have a board of trustees call in a few hours. Come in wearing nothing but one particular piece of jewelry, and you’ll get me off that call fast.”

Oh, she knew what he was talking about.

‘Himeros’ Collar.’

That was his current, ridiculously expensive kink.

She giggled as he got her to her feet, and then scooped her into his arms to carry her to the blanket that she spread on the floor.

When they sat, she opened the picnic basket for him, and pulled out a bottle of wine, two glasses, and some grapes.

“Oh, goodie. A liquid lunch that’s going to be followed up with dining on my wife,” he said, as she handed him the bottle and corkscrew.

As for the booze, it was five o’clock somewhere.

As Chris opened the wine, Elizabeth held the glasses. The whole time, he was curious.

“Are we just having wine for lunch? And grapes?” he asked, grinning.

“I’m not wearing panties, Christopher. Deduce what’s on the menu, and your hint is it’s not in the basket.”

He stared at her.

“God. I love my life.”

His infectious grin made her giddy.

When he handed the glass back to her, she took it and clinked it off of his, and then he said one thing.

“To the plentitude of orgasms that I have planned for the rest of today,” he said, and they both took a sip.

Well, he took a sip.

She kicked back the entire glass, knowing it would make her feel damn good in a few minutes.

Just.

Like.

Him.

As she chugged it down that made Chris laugh.

“I don’t know if I should be amused or horrified that you just power drank that vintage of wine. Maybe I should be grateful because in a few minutes, you’re going to be horny as hell.”

Oh, she already was.

There was something about a smart man, a doctor with a plethora of letters after his name, that got the juices flowing.

And hers were REALLY flowing.

As he poured her more, they took that moment to enjoy the wine.

“I have food in the basket. Here’s the question, Sir,” she said, whipping out the name she called him when she was in the mood to be his prey, “food first, or Elizabeth first?”

Well, that was easy.

A no-brainer, actually.

“Always cardio before eating,” he said, “unless dining on you is the cardio. Then, it’s a free-for-all.”

She kicked that second glass back, and put it on top of the picnic basket.

“Well, Sir, have at me.”

That was all he had to hear. Chris didn’t have to chug the expensive wine to get dizzy. His woman had that effect on him.

Now, he was going to get lost in her body.

“You said you planned a striptease. Sir would love to see it,” he said.

Elizabeth got up, and undid the buttons down the front of her dress. Already, Elizabeth knew what was underneath.

NOTHING.

Yeah, he was here for this kind of picnic party every day of the week.

“Mr. Leonard, I hope you like what I’m bringing to the table,” she said, coquettishly, knowing his weakness.

HER.

Elizabeth always would be too.

As he watched, sipping his wine, there was nothing better than a sexy woman wearing a man’s ring. Elizabeth was his, and he was damn lucky.

And knew it.

He’d found the one outrageously gorgeous woman who liked a nerdy doctor, and not for his money.

For his dick.

When she turned, and slowly lowered the dress, letting him admire her back, and then her ass when she dropped it, his heart was racing.

It was when she faced him that his body reacted to the full-frontal view.

Holy shit!

His girl had been up to sexy things that made his brain go numb.

She’d shaved, and that got him all hot and bothered. Someone was bare, just the way he liked her.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his lower brain now in charge, and his upper one completely shut down.

When his phone rang on the desk, he got up, put it on silent, and forwarded everything to voicemail. It was when he turned that he saw she was lounging on the couch, her legs spread, waiting for him.

Oh, he was ready.

Pulling off his shirt, he got out of his pants, dropped his boxers, and tugged off his socks to get just as naked as his woman.

Then, he headed her way.

“You are so perfect,” he admitted as stared down at her with love and lust. “No one is as beautiful as my wife. NO ONE .”

Elizabeth focused on his erection, and the bead of precum that had formed. There was something so hot about tempting her man into this wickedness with her.

He might be ‘Sir’ , but she had all of the power in this relationship.

As he gazed down her body as she was lying on the couch so invitingly, he wanted to touch her more than anything else in the world.

His fingers itched to trace the curve of her hip, and the dip of her waist to her breasts.

He was dumbstruck.

Infatuated.

They were the only words he could think of whenever he tried to explain their relationship.

With a gentle touch, he ran his hand across her skin, admiring her body.

She reacted with goosebumps crisscrossing her flesh in response.

This was just what they needed.

A lunch break.

“Christopher,” she whispered as he drove her wild with just a touch.

Getting onto the couch with her, Chris moved in to take what he craved with his lips.

His mouth aimed for the spots on her body that he knew would make her wild, so that he could turn up the heat with the lightest of touches.

This made up for having to leave her in their bed sleeping this morning. He was going to thoroughly show his woman how much he enjoyed her body.

That was his plan.

Pressed beneath him on the couch, his warm, open-mouth kisses drove her wild as he was only focused on his wife.

Yeah, it was a good Saturday now that she was in his office.

“Too bad we can’t play sexy businessman and willing secretary,” she teased. “I do love a powerful businessman taking advantage of me.”

Well, ask and she would receive.

Chris wouldn’t mind that little role-playing game. God knew he’d love to fly her to California, show her his office, and take her on that couch too.

Only, he’d held back thinking she might freak out if she ever saw Leonard Industries up close and in real life.

It was a huge-ass office made of glass and steel. It screamed one thing.

Wealth.

“I have a symposium coming up,” he said, leaving kisses across the swell of her breasts. “It’s in California. Would you like to come?”

She focused on his eyes.

“I’d love to come. Oh, you meant with the trip,” she teased, enjoying how his erection bobbed with the inuendo.

“We could do both. I would make sure of that. My office is all glass windows, and you’d look incredibly hot splayed out on my desk like an altar.”

Her nipples pebbled.

Elizabeth loved this man.

“Oh, no, Sir, don’t take me on your desk. What would everyone say if they heard me begging to be fucked.”

His body reacted, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about it.

Wickedly, her hands moved down his chest, and soon, her mouth followed, leaving an unquenchable trail of fire as she was moving lower on the couch.

To make it easier for her, he switched positions, so she was on top. It appeared his wicked wife was about to reacquaint herself with his body.

Hot.

Damn.

He was ready.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Elizabeth kissed her way down his chest to right below his belly button. She was teasing him, and he was living for it too.

The whole time, Chris couldn’t look away. Instead, he was willing her to go lower.

He knew what was coming, and he was borderline giddy over what was about to happen in his office.

Someone was getting head.

Mainly, him.

When she cupped his balls and stroked his dick with her hand, he couldn’t focus.

Instead, he moaned.

“Consider that trip a date, Mr. Leonard. I fully expect you to show me exactly what kind of fucking you think I deserve.”

God.

He wanted that so damn bad.

What he craved was that moment. Like when they were away for Christmas, she toyed with him, getting him wickedly wild, and the sex…

It had been off the charts hot.

Who knew he had a kink where she played flirting wife, and he played wild husband teaching her a lesson?

But he had it.