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She sighs to herself as she watches him move about the office. The great Chris Larabee, the loner, the brooding soul, the man she has on more than one occasion exchanged heated words with.
She knew the re was chemistry between them. It just seemed he fought it on every front.
He tries to pretend that she is not there. He never asked for an assistant, but Travis thought otherwise. "Why me", Chris thinks to himself. Why did this female stir emotions that were buried for a reason.
He had shut himself off from the world, from any type of relationship that involved feelings. The Team was a different story, each watching the other's back.
He did not go home with these men, well sometimes it seemed like he did, yet it was different. He knew that they would never hurt his soul the way losing his wife and child did.
She felt the same way, she lost her husband in the line of duty and the last thing on her mind was falling in love with another agent.
She took this job because of Orrin Travis, he had watched after her when her husband, John, died in a drug bust gone wrong.
When she met the Team-7, she was overwhelmed at the kindred feelings these men gave off to each other. They seemed to fit together even though they were so individual.
Larabee had made it clear from the first day that he did not want her in his office. But he could not override Travis' decision, so he chose to ignore her.
The others did their best to show her support and to help her around the office.
She had felt the attraction from the first time they met. She knew he felt it too.
She planned the evening very carefully, knowing that someday she would have the courage to actually live the fantasy out.
She picked Christmas as the perfect time.
The anticipation is over, Christmas is here. She knows if she does not do it now she never will. She knows that he will be working late this week at the office; it is the end of the month. Reports are due; inventory to be taken, things like that.
She puts her fantasy in motion.
She goes to the lingerie shop and picks out something soft and silky, something that will instantly arouse him. She picks out a soft fragrance, one that you must be very close to smell. She is now ready for Mr. Larabee.
She is nervous all day, hiding the Victoria Secrets bag in her desk drawer. She waits for the rest of the team to leave for the day.
She changes into the evening gown that she has bought for this interlude. She gently dabs the soft scent behind her ears, on her throat, her wrists and on the top of her thighs.
She slowly walks behind him; he is working at his desk. She silently prays that he will not stop her.
He hears her walk up behind him; he can smell the soft musk scent of her perfume.
She slips her arms around his chest, letting her fingertips draw imaginary patterns oh his chest.
He wants to tell her to stop, he can't find his voice. He leans back in his chair enjoying the feel of her hands on his body.
She begins to gently massage his shoulders, neck, and arms. She feels the tension slip away from his muscles. She begins to kiss his neck, gently suckling on his ear lobe.
She hears his breathing become more rapid, feels his heart beat faster as her tongue traces a path from his lobe down his neck to his shirt collar.
Her hands are drawing circles around his nipples making them hard. He softly moans as her hands, feather soft, make a trail down to the top of his pants.
She slides the tips of her fingers under the band, gently searching for his hard manhood.
His hands, releasing the chair arms that he has been holding on to, reach behind him entangling his fingers in her hair.
He pulls her to face him, kissing her deeply. She begins to suckle his tongue, hearing him moan deep in his throat.
She quickly unbuttons his pants, but she slowly unzips the zipper. She reaches under his shorts and begins slowly and gently stroking him. She lets the tips of her fingers tickle the tip of his manhood before sliding back down his hard shaft.
She felt his hips begin to buck beneath her hand. He pulled away from kissing her, closing his eyes. She takes the opportunity to begin pulling his shirt up over his chest. She has never seen him without his shirt; she has only felt the well-muscled chest.
She started a wet trail of kisses down his chest, letting her tongue lick his muscles in between kisses. His hands, still in her hair, begin to push her head towards his throbbing shaft.
She resists, wanting to take her time. She kisses his nipples, gently suckling them until they become taut, hard points.
He becomes more aggressive, wrapping his fingers in her hair and pulling her head downward towards his rock hard cock. He will not let her pull away. He feels her lips brush the tip of his manhood and he wants to feel her lips wrap around it. He wants to know if she can take it all down her hot throat.
She becomes submissive, allowing him to push her head to his cock. She slowly exhales, her hot breath teasing his cock. She flicks her tongue out, like a snake, across the tip of it.
She feels him buck at the contact made between her tongue and the tip of his shaft. Ever so slowly, she begins slide her wet lips over the tip down to the ridge. Her tongue darting all over it.
She wraps her fingers around the base of his shaft, gently squeezing while pumping him. She pulls him almost completely out of her mouth and takes all of him that she can in on e stroke.
She takes long strokes with her mouth, letting her tongue slide over the length of him in her mouth. She can feel him swell, growing bigger in her hand and mouth. She takes all of him, down to his sac, in her throat. She doesn't want him to come yet; she wants to suckle him more before she tastes him.
She stops pumping him, allowing him to fall out of her mouth. She hears him groan in frustration, Please let me come. She ignores him. She starts tonguing his sac, gently stroking it in her hand.
His breath is ragged, coming in short gasps. He has had enough; he wants to know what it feels like to be inside her. He knows that she is hot and wet. He grabs her shoulders pulling her up off her knees. She is smiling he knows that she wants him as much as he wants her.
He pushes the straps of her gown down her arms, letting his fingertips caress the soft mounds of her breasts.
He gently guides her to the floor. He lays half on her and half on the floor, his knee resting between her legs. He kisses her face, her lips, cheeks, working his way down to her lobe. He lets his tongue pull the lobe into his mouth and suckles it. He feels her squirm beneath him, working her clit against his knee.
He starts kissing her down her throat, letting his tongue slide down to her shoulder. His hands are kneading her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples until they become hard buds.
He takes one into his mouth, suckling and licking with his tongue. She moans and clutches at his back and shoulders pulling him closer to her.
She wants to feel his naked body against hers. She pushes his pants over his hips, down his thighs. She is suddenly distracted from this.
He slips his hand between their bodies, to the soft mound between her legs. He feels the hard nub of her womanhood. He feels her arch her hips towards his hand, wanting him to touch her further. He stops, wanting to feel her come with him deep inside of her.
She is grinding against his hand, his knee; whatever she can rub her clit against. She wants to come and he will not let her. Take me, she almost begs in a breathless whisper.
He smiles at her, seeing the frustration in her eyes and feeling it against his knee and hand.
He rises up for her to slip his pants down to his knees. He sits up momentarily to finish pulling them off. She opens her legs to him as he lowers himself over her.
They both are trembling. She wraps her arms around his back; she feels his tip brush against her hard nub making her buck upwards.
He feels the hot, slick opening and begins a slow thrust inward, wanting to feel every inch of her. She feels the rock hard cock seeking entry to her core and arches up to meet him.
He is enveloped in a warm, slick, velvet passage. He has to stop. He knows he will come if he thrusts inside her anymore.
She begins to move her hips, impatient to feel him move within her. He groans, Stop or you are going to make me come.
She lies still for a moment, gently stroking his back and hips with her fingertips. She feels him relax and slowly begin to move.
His face is buried in her shoulder, inhaling the soft smell of her hair and perfume. He begins kissing her neck, check, and lips. As he thrusts faster, his kisses become more demanding, more searing.
She could feel every inch of him inside her; feel the ridge of his head rubbing against her walls. She thrust against him, rubbing herself against him.
She felt her body become one nerve ending as she started riding the crest of her orgasm. She exploded in a million pieces, crying out his name.
He could feel her walls tighten around him; he thought he would blow the end off of his cock as he came. His whole body shuddering, withering with each beat of his heart.
They lay there in each other's arms. Neither one saying anything, only one thing needed to be said;
Merry Christmas, darling.
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