Written February 2003
Rated a very strong R
Synopsis: When the desire for intimacy can’t be fulfilled, things go from bad to worse to downright embarrassing.
Disclaimer: The characters within are property of LFN Productions, Warner Bros., and USA Network. No infringement is intended.
“I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
Unable to keep from grinning, Paul stepped aside to allow Madeline entrance into the elevator. “How was your trip to the Farm?”
She practically scowled at him. “You’re lucky there wasn’t a wind.”
Imaging her giving the recruits an eyeful made him laugh, and she poked him in the side. “Hey, don’t blame me! You’re the one who ran off in a hurry–and with hardly a kiss goodbye, I might add.”
“I kissed you goodbye!”
“‘Pecked’ is more like it.”
“You would’ve preferred some big, passionate event? Your hands in my hair, my hands on your–” She raised an eyebrow. “–shoulders.”
“Not exactly the location I was thinking of, but I’ll take what I can get.” He captured her lips with his and pushed her against the wall, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair as promised. She gasped and moaned, reaching around his waist to pull him closer, her fingers splayed across his rear. Grinning, he gazed at her. “That’s more like it.”
“I’m so sorry about this morning,” she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his cheek. “I didn’t want you to stop.” A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. “I was so close, too.”
“I know. But there’s nothing that said Birkoff couldn’t wait another five minutes.”
“Oh, it wouldn’t have taken five minutes. Five seconds maybe…”
He growled slightly. “He’ll be reprimanded the next chance I get.”
Chuckling softly, she brushed her lips across his chin. “There’s no need. I don’t have to be in Containment for another ten minutes.” She reached over and pressed a button on the wall panel. The elevator ground to a halt between floors. “And since we’re trapped in here, I’m sure we can finish up where we left off in my office.”
He kissed her tenderly before easing her around until she faced the wall. She rolled her neck along his shoulder and hooked one hand behind his head. He slid the back of his hand over her neck and pushed her hair out of the way, sucking gently on the tendon that lay there. Another moan resounded in the air as he outlined the circle of her breast, moving inward to the hardened nipple. Her body arched forward, every inch tingling from his touch. He knew her so well, he could bring her to the breaking point in no time at all, making quick unions such as this one a possibility–and a reality.
Slowly, his hand slid down to the hemline of her skirt and tugged it back up. She helped him with the other side until it was around her waist and she was exposed. “I want you, Paul,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice heavy with desire. “Please touch me.”
Groaning, he pressed his fingers between her thighs, aroused by the wetness that had been building. She gasped and covered his hand with hers, forcing both of them into a rhythmic caress. Her hips moved in small circles, and he thrust his erection into her backside, making the motions with her. She was already panting like she was on the cusp of an orgasm, gripping his hand tightly. “Oh, God, you feel so good,” he muttered, nibbling at her neck, careful not to leave any tell-tale signs of their rendezvous.
As he slipped a finger inside of her, Madeline jerked against him, slamming her arm against the wall to keep herself upright. Then she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against it and spreading her legs wider. He inserted another finger and brought his other hand around to massage her clitoris. She released a short, high-pitched shriek of pleasure, rocking faster and faster. Her near-climax from the morning kept her from achieving an immediate release this time, but it gave her more time to prepare for the earth-shattering one that was on its way. “I–I…”
“Yeah,” he whispered into her ear, moving his hands faster and faster until she was nearly hyperventilating. “Come for me, Madeline.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. The fire inside her was almost unbearable. Paul was very good with his hands, but she hadn’t appreciated how good until now. She would definitely reward him for this, if she was still coherent when he finished. The pressure coalesced, almost to the breaking point. “Yes. Yes!” The elevator lurched and began to move, and her moan choked into a yelp. “No! No, no, no!”
When he realized what was happening, Paul withdrew his hands and folded them over his noticeable erection, swearing in irritation. Madeline wildly pulled her skirt back down, her heart jumping into her chest. Surely they hadn’t been interrupted twice in the same day!
The lift stopped, and the doors slid open, revealing a very concerned Nikita. “Are you two okay?”
Paul plastered on his most amused expression, although he was fuming inside. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
“Well, the elevator was stuck between floors. I thought you might have been trapped. I was just trying to help.”
“We appreciate the gesture,” Madeline stated, offering her a smile when inside she wanted to reach out and throttle her. Save them from being trapped–ha! She probably just didn’t want to take the stairs. Shaking off her amorous feelings, she realized the elevator had stopped on the same floor as the White Room, so she stepped out. Nikita entered with a respectful nod of her head to Paul and leaned against the wall. The same wall, Madeline noted sourly, where she had been leaning just moments before. “I’ll be busy for the remainder of the afternoon, but if you need me, you can reach me on my phone.”
Paul nodded. Seeing Nikita had reduced his erection to practically nothing, so he took a more comfortable stance and shoved his hands in his coat pockets. His fingers brushed against something soft, and he didn’t realized what it was until the elevator doors were half closed. “Uh, Madeline–” The doors slammed shut, and the lift began to move. Oh, well. At least there’s no wind in the White Room.
Madeline stood scowling at the elevator for a while after it had left. Actually, she was glad to be interrogating criminals; she could take her anger and pent-up frustration out on them. Otherwise, she’d be completely livid by the end of the night. Coming close to orgasm twice in one day was enough to make even the most controlled individual crazy.
She had only taken a few steps toward her destination when she realized that her initial reason for cornering Paul in the elevator had not been achieved. He still had her underwear…and that was perhaps the most infuriating thing of all.
End of part 2