Page 17 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)

“Yes, please,” she whispered. “Anything.”

Well, then, it was time.

Moving to sit in the middle of his office couch, his dick was so hard that he couldn’t wait to cum in her.

“Make it memorable, Elizabeth, or the fucking I give you will be one you’ll never forget.”

Oh, she didn’t doubt that.

When he was in Sir mode, he could be sadistic, and she loved every second of it. No one knew how to use her body quite like him. They’d been together for over three years, and in that time, he’d mastered sex with her.

Chris knew what she needed to get off.

Moving into his lap, Chris held his erection still as she straddled him.

When she slid down his dick, they both moaned. It was the best feeling in the world. He loved how he kissed her cervix, and filled her up.

She was his.

While she was filled by him, he ran his hands up her ribs and to her full breasts. Once there, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples to watch the flush crisscross her body.

“God, you make me want to fuck you in so many different ways I’ve yet to come up with,” he admitted.

She stared into his eyes.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

When he held her hands behind her back, it bowed her breasts toward him, and he brutalized them. Chris left bites and hickies all over them, marking them for his own pleasure. When she tried to pull away, he slammed her back down his dick, making her moan.

“Do I have to punish you?” he asked.

Elizabeth whimpered.

“Yes, please,” she begged. “Punish me, Sir.”

Well, this lovemaking had taken a turn, and he was there for it.

Pulling her off of his erection, he placed her over his lap, and he spanked her. He reddened her ass so much she was begging him to stop.

And he didn’t.

Chris knew when she really wanted him to stop, and when she wanted more. His woman was tough as nails, and if so inclined, could whip his ass.

That she wasn’t pulling away told him everything he needed to know.

She.

Wanted.

More.

When her ass was bright red, and hot to the touch, then, and only then, did he stop.

Oh, she’d be feeling that the rest of the day, and he was glad too.

“It’s been a while since you were punished, Elizabeth. Don’t test me. It’s like when we were in Tahiti, and you were a little too big for your britches.”

She moaned.

God.

She wanted him so badly.

Pulling her back up, Chris made her sit in his lap with her ass red.

She whimpered at the contact of his flesh against hers.

“Someone has been pushing me, and I’m not afraid to push back,” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t make me get creative, Elizabeth.”

Oh, she wanted just that.

She was still feeling the reverberations of the spanking, and she was giddy from the punishment and wine.

Now, her body was spasming around his.

And he loved it.

“I need you to ride me now,” he admitted. “Make me cum before you do, or I’m taking your ass.”

She knew he would too.

With a slap to her ass, it got her moving, and the whole time she rode his dick, Elizabeth was anything but quiet. Her moans and gasps were enough to make him insane.

With each drop of her body down his erection, his body shook, but he wasn’t going to cum.

No.

He wanted that punishment, and he knew that she did too. If anything, he knew his woman.

When her body began betraying her, Chris was fighting tooth-and-nail not to cum. When his hand landed on her ass, she ruptured apart, cumming on his dick.

Perfect.

He’d need the lubrication.

Not giving her any mercy, he pulled her from his erection as she was lost in the throes of that orgasm. As she floated, it was time for more punishment.

Bending her back over his lap, he landed blow after blow to her already red ass, and she bucked wildly, begging him to stop.

And he didn’t.

With each plea, he landed one more, until the red became crimson, and the wetness between her thighs told the tale.

When he stopped, she writhed.

“Please,” she begged. “More.”

God.

He was so turned on by this. Just when he thought she couldn’t make him crazier, she did.

Because she asked for it, he hurt her so good.

With his cupped hand, he landed each blow to her perfect cheek, and it moved her closer to the edge. He could tell she was about to cum from this alone.

It drove him insane.

He could feel the heat radiating off of her ass, and that she wanted more…

He was a lucky man.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you forget how sore your ass is,” he admitted.

How could he not?

She was out of control wild for his cock, and he wanted nothing less than to give it to her.

With three more slaps to her red, abused cheeks, it was all Elizabeth could handle. The idea that he was spanking her was wicked, and that she craved it was insane.

But she did.

It shoved her over the edge, and she came so hard that Chris had to balance her from falling from his lap.

Now, he had a problem.

He.

Was.

Wild.

Before she could surface from the pleasure, Chris placed her over the arm of the couch, and kept his promise.

He took her ass.

Driving into her, she bucked and shouted his name. With her arms behind her back, held by him, Chris enjoyed the view of his woman being taken, and the cherry red of her cheeks.

“Fuck!” he muttered.

Chris wasn’t going to last long.

With each new exploration of sex they had together, it was always too much for him. She was tightening down on his cock, and he was lost.

The eruption was swift, and he exploded apart, filling her ass with his cum.

All around him, the room spun.

It was when he pulled out and dropped to the couch that his woman did the same. Resting on him, they both tried to catch their breaths.

Finally, Chris spoke.

“I love picnics.”

It made her laugh.

And laugh.

And laugh.

How could it not?

It always seemed that their romantic plans went wayward, and sex took over.

Not that either were complaining. For a couple out of the honeymoon phase, they were still incredibly attracted to each other.

“Mmmmm. Me too,” she admitted, cuddling against him when he pulled her into his body. When she winced, she reassured him. “I’m good. Ass is sore,” she offered.

Oh, he bet.

“Then you shouldn’t test your husband,” he said, grinning. “I’ll spank that ass because it was clear your parents never did.”

She snorted.

Yeah, well, she liked it when he did it. The parent thing was a whole other story.

“Thank you for the lunch break,” he admitted. “It was the best kind to have.”

On that, she agreed.

“Well, if you need me for a post-meeting break, you know how to get me,” she said, knowing she had to leave him alone so he could wrap up his Leonard Industries work for the day.

Later, she’d enjoy his full attention.

“I’ll leave you the sandwich and snack I made for you,” she offered. “I’ll have mine in the kitchen so you can take over the tech world.”

He laughed.

Well, he’d rather take over her world, but he had to keep his girl in beat-up boots, and designer jeans. She burned through them while working crime scenes and chasing bad guys.

“Thank you, Sweetness,” he offered.

Regretfully, she got up from the couch, and picked up her dress from the floor. Pulling it on, he joined her, getting back into his clothing.

When he saw his phone blinking, he knew someone had been trying to reach him.

Picking it up, he saw he had missed calls.

Ten of them.

Uh-oh.

All of them were from the same person too.

As Elizabeth cleaned up the uneaten picnic lunch, Chris dialed into his voicemail and heard Sam’s voice.

‘Christopher, I’ve been trying to reach you and Elizabeth. Charlie had an issue. We had to call an ambulance. He’s at George Washington Hospital. I think he might have had a heart attack. Can you get Elizabeth here? I have already called Tony. Hurry!’

Well, holy shit.

Glancing over at his woman, he knew he had to tell her, and it wasn’t going to go over well. She was super attached to her father.

Finding out he was sick was going to throw her into a tizzy. While she accused Charlie of being overprotective, the apple didn’t fall far from that tree.

“Baby?” he asked.

She glanced over.

When she saw his face, she knew. She could read a room, and she’d seen Chris get that look before.

“What happened?” she asked, getting that panicky feeling in her chest.

There was no way to sugarcoat this.

Chris told her.

“Sam called. Charlie went to the hospital. He thinks he’s had a heart attack.”

That was all he had to say.

She gasped, and dropped everything. Racing for the door, she grabbed her coat, pulled on some shoes, and had Chris right behind her.

When she went to take the keys, he stopped her.

“I’ll drive. You’ve been chugging wine, and there’s snow,” he said, seeing her in a panic. “I didn’t.”

His woman literally stood there looking around like she was lost in what to do. It appeared he needed to take care of her.

Chris calmed her by taking her face in his hands.

“He’ll be okay. Breathe,” he said.

She simply nodded, scared stupid. Losing Charlie terrified her. Now, she’d worry every time he tried to help her on a case.

“Tell me he’s not dying,” she begged.

Chris knew he couldn’t answer that, but she needed him to lie for her own well-being.

“He’ll be fine. He’s at the hospital, and Sam’s with him. You know how Sam is. He’ll hover,” he said, hoping that was the case.

He was worried though.

Sam wasn’t from this area, so even as a doctor, he’d not have the ability to get the truth from the doctors on staff there.

But he would.

Work was done for the day.

Family business was about to take over. His wife needed him to be there for them.

“Let’s go,” he said, taking his phone, his wallet, and the keys.

Together, they headed into the heated garage, and he backed her Jeep out of the dwelling and into the street. There was snow falling, and he knew the trip to the hospital was going to take some time.

From beside him, he could feel her panic and fear.

“It’s going to be okay, Bethe. Charlie is tough and strong. He’ll be good.”

Would he be?

She wasn’t so sure.

Honestly, thinking back to it, Charlie had seemed off the last week, and she’d ignored it, letting him work on the case with her.

Now, she was regretting it.

“If anything happens to him, I’m not going to be okay,” she said, sitting in the passenger seat.

Oh, he was aware.

Now, all Chris could hope was that his woman would be okay, and that Charlie would be too.

He didn’t want his family falling apart. He couldn’t remember losing his father since he was a baby, but losing Charlie…

That would hurt.