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It wasn't in your plans to run into Court and Claire on your way out to a party with your friends, but it happened anyway. You were all dressed up in a halter top tied with a single knot at the front, exposing the skin of your belly and a deep cleavage, paired with a tight black mini skirt and boots. It was the perfect outfit for a night out, and you felt incredible in it. Deep down, of course, you wanted Court to see you like this, but since you had no idea what his schedule looked like that day, there was no way of knowing where you'd run into him.

Claire had no idea about the two of you, which was almost funny considering she was always telling you that you were far too pretty to be single. You weren't exactly dating Court, but things between you had settled into something steady. Most of the time, you meet at your apartment. Always at night and in secret. You loved it, but a part of you also wanted to tell the whole world that this man had completely messed your feelings up.

Claire is the first one to spot you as she's walking into the building just as you're stepping out of the elevator.

"Oh my God! You look amazing!" she says enthusiastically the second she reaches you.

The two of you had grown surprisingly close over the past few months, she was a social butterfly so it was mostly impossible not to become friends despite the age difference between you two. You started to see her as the younger sister you never had.

"Hey, Claire." you hug her. "And thank you… Don't you think it's a bit much?"

She tilts her head while studying you with an adorably serious expression on her face.

"Spin around."

You laugh shyly and do as she asks, dying of embarrassment because, suddenly, the man carrying several grocery bags steps into view behind her.

"What's the occasion?" Claire asks.

"A friend's birthday. We're going to a club to celebrate."

"Then it's perfect!" Claire claps her hands excitedly. You notice Court being completely silent the moment he looks at you.

Subtly and almost instinctively his gaze travels from your head to your toes. Not even Court knows what hits him at that moment. It's as if every system inside him started to crash out the second he sees you in that outfit. He'd seen you in countless different ways before, but never like this. You looked beautiful. Stunning. However his instincts as an agent kicked in before anything else. Claire couldn't know about the two of you. Not yet. So he forced himself to stay chill and nonchalant.

You catch Claire glancing at him, silently urging him to say something and rescue everyone from the awkward silence hanging in the air. But you already know he won't do anything.

"Well… my friends are probably waiting for me. I'd better get going."

You wave goodbye and head toward the exit while they continue their way toward the elevator.

"Have fun!" Claire yells after you. "And hook up with some hot guy!"

"Claire!" you and Court speak at the exact same time. The difference is that your voice is full of shock, while his voice sounds much more like a scolding.

Claire covers her mouth to hide a laugh before stepping into the elevator with him.

"We're going to have a talk about that vocabulary of yours, young lady" Court says as they make their way upstairs.

"I didn't say anything wrong." Claire shrugs. "She should hook up with someone. She's in her twenties and I've never seen her with anybody since we moved here."

Court tries to keep his composure as they walk into the apartment but he fails completely. He can't stop thinking about you. About you in that outfit. About you at that club. About some random guy walking up to you. He isn't even sure what jealousy feels like. Is this jealousy? He doesn't know. What he does know is that the feeling consumes him within seconds. He has to do something. He puts the groceries away and then has dinner with Claire while she happily tells him about the new music she's discovered that week, and then calls the babysitter who usually stays with Claire whenever he's away on missions. He tells her he needs her to stay with Claire that night. She was competent, handpicked by the CIA, and someone he trusted completely.

The only difference was… Tonight wasn't about a mission. It was about an entirely different kind of mission. Court has no idea what time you'll be home. But he'll wait as long as it takes. When the babysitter arrives, he's relieved knowing Claire won't be alone and will be safe for the night. There's only one place left for him to go. Your door. And that's exactly where he'll stay until you finally come home hours later.

You aren't much of a drinker. That night you'd had one drink and nothing else. So when you step onto your floor and find the sight of that broad-shouldered man sitting outside your apartment door, you can't blame it on the alcohol and that you are possibly seeing visions. The sight was so real and makes your heart ache.

"Court…" You speak just as he looks up and rises to his feet. "What are you doing here? Is Claire okay?"

He seems to snap out of a trance the moment he sees you.

"Yeah. She's okay. She's with the babysitter." he says to comfort you "You look so beautiful." Court says it simply.

You aren't quite as tidy as you were when he first saw you that night. Your hair is a little messier now and your makeup is no longer flawless. But Court meant every word.

"I just wanted to be with you tonight."

And just like that, you melted. You hurry to find your keys in your purse and unlock the door. The moment you're inside, you pull Court in after you. His hands immediately find your waist, bringing you closer before he kisses you like it's the only thing he's wanted to do all night. You can tell he's trying to hold himself back to keep from looking too desperate, but there's nothing restrained about the kiss itself. It's firm and intentional.

Without breaking it, he gently presses your back against the wall. One hand slides up to cradle your neck pulling you even closer as he deepens the kiss. Court pulls away from the kiss for a moment, keeping his eyes locked on yours as his hands slowly trail down your legs. For a second you think he's about to do something else, but his hands just trail down your legs until they reach the zippers of your boots. He's careful taking them off one at a time with patience.

You find yourself thinking you would give this man absolutely anything he asked for in that moment.

Then, in one smooth motion he straightens back up, slips a hand behind your neck and pulls you into another kiss. This one is deeper and needier. You feel his tongue against yours, exploring your mouth as if he wants to consume you right there. Without breaking the kiss, he begins guiding you by your hips as the two of you stumble clumsily toward your bedroom. He already knows the way so you make it there quickly.

He finally breaks the kiss though he stays close enough that you can still feel his breath against your skin. His gaze drops to your chest. The front-tie top had put your cleavage on display all night and ever since that moment he'd first laid eyes on you earlier that night, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about undoing that damned knot.

"I thought I was going to lose my mind, you know that?" he said, almost breathless.

His whisper so close to your lips, combined with the warmth radiating from him, leaves you so lightheaded that you almost don't catch what he says.

"I spent the entire night thinking about doing this." He reaches up and gently tugs at the bow of your shirt undoing the knot.

Court finally gets the sight he'd been craving all night. Your swollen boobs just for him. His eyes linger on you, taking you in like he can't quite believe you're real. One hand cups the side of your neck while he buries his face against the other, breathing you in before pressing soft kisses to the places he already knows make you melt. The kisses descend to your breasts where he sucks and bites.

"Ah… Court," you breathe.

He pauses just long enough to slip the top completely off your body. Taking a single step back, he keeps his eyes fixed on you as his hands move to the buckle of his belt. He slowly slides it free. The simple sight of him pulling the belt from his jeans is so unbearably erotic that you have to bite back a whimper instinctively pressing your thighs together.

You have no idea what he's about to do and you're already so turned on that you'd let him do almost anything to you.

"Give me your hands." he says.

Even unsure of where this is going, you hold them out to him anyway.

"What are you going to do?" you ask, trying not to sound too needy.

A corner of his mouth lifts.

"Oh… I think you've probably got a pretty good idea."

He threads the belt around both of your wrists, bringing them together before fastening the buckle. Just like that, your hands are tied. It's confusing and somehow incredibly exciting. Once he's finished, Court slips off his jacket where underneath is a fitted black t-shirt with short sleeves that hugs his broad shoulders and defined biceps. It isn't long before that comes off too. Without thinking, you try reach for him. You want to touch him so bad. That body. Him. But your hands are bound and there's nothing you can do.

Court notices immediately and gives a small shake of his head.

"Only when I let you, princess."

You want to whine, but instead you force yourself to keep a straight face. Even if you're thoroughly annoyed. Annoyed in the most arousing way possible.

Now wearing only his jeans, he steps closer and rests a hand on each side of your waist before gently turning you around until your back is against his chest. His hands drift slowly over your belly, his touch featherlight as he takes his time breathing in the scent lingering in the crook of your neck and peppering it with slow kisses. That alone is enough to make your head fall back against his shoulder.

His hands find the waistband of your skirt, sliding it and your panties down your legs until they pool around your ankles.

"Lift your feet for me." he says, his voice is calm and commanding.

You obediently lift one foot then the other, allowing him to remove the last of your clothes.

"Good girl."

He steps back into place behind you. This time, standing even closer, you can feel the heat pouring off his body. You can even feel the hard outline of him pressing against your ass through the fabric of his jeans.

"I don't want you to be scared," he murmurs against your ear "but I think you need a little lesson tonight."

You hear him stripping off the rest of his clothes and it drives you crazy not being able to see him. Then, with nothing separating you anymore, you feel his erection brush against your lower back drawing a quiet moan from your lips.

"Now I need you to listen to me," court says, his voice low against your ear. "You're going to get on the bed on all fours, then stretch your arms out in front of you so they can support you. I don't want you to hurt yourself… but I want all of you."

Your head spins with the pleasure already flooding your body.

Having your wrists bound makes moving a little limited, but Court steadies you as you climb onto the bed. You settle onto your knees and carefully slide your hands forward. Just when you think you've found a comfortable position, Court grips your hips firmly and draws you back toward him, arching your body exactly the way he wants.

"Fuck… you're so hot like this. All beautiful for me" he says.

There's something about the position and about barely being able to see him that makes you even more wet for him, you can feel run through your legs. Court surprises you by sliding his fingers through your wet pussy and you can't hold a moan that escapes from your lips.

"Fuck… you're already so wet and I've barely touched you." He bends down, his lips grazing your ear. "Do you like it when I'm like this?"

You take a shaky breath. You're fighting with everything you have to keep yourself together, but you can't resist answering with just a little attitude.

"Like what? Bossy?"

A low laugh rumbles from his chest, closer to a groan than anything else. That sound alone does something catastrophic inside of you. His fingers continue tracing lazy circles, teasing your entrance before drifting over your clit. You can tell he isn't trying to make you come. He's just enjoying teasing you up. The moment his fingers leave you, you let out a frustrated whimper.

"Court… please…" you whine.

"Please, what?" You can't see him, but you know he's stroking himself before dragging the tip of his cock teasingly against your slick folds. The contact pulls another moan from you. "C'mon… use your words."

"Fuck me, please. Court… I need you."

A quiet chuckle came from his mouth.

"Okay. I'll take that."

Then he slowly pushes inside you. It takes more than one thrust before he's fully inside of you and even those first measured movements are enough to make your breath catch. Despite your bound wrists, you manage to clutch at the sheets. You need something to hold onto.

Court starts slow, but it doesn't take long before his rhythm builds up. He's been starving for you all night.

"Fuck… I thought about being inside you all night. You know that, huh?" His grip on your hips is so tight you're sure it'll leave bruises tomorrow and you couldn't care less.

"Court…" It's almost pathetic that his name is the only thing you're capable of saying through your broken breaths and quiet moans.

His pace eases slightly though he never stops moving.

"Tell me something." He pauses just enough to look down at you. "Did some guy hit on you tonight?"

What kind of question is that?

"What?" you are confused and don't know where he's going with this.

"Did anybody come up to you tonight?" his voice is calm.

Your breath catches. You're so lost in the feeling of him moving inside you that it takes a second to remember the party. But then you do. One guy, a friend of your friend's boyfriend. He'd come up to you on the dance floor and rested a hand on your waist trying to flirt with you. You'd stepped away immediately and told him you weren't interested.

What you had with Court was a secret, but the truth was simple. You didn't want anyone who wasn't him. The guy got the message and left you alone for the rest of the night.

"Yes" you finally admit.

"Yeah huh?" His grip tightens slightly. "What'd he do?"

His pace picks up again making it harder to catch your breath.

"He came up to me on the dance floor… He grabbed my waist…"" a moan came out of your mouth. "Court… baby… I think I'm close."

"Grabbed your waist" he repeats almost to himself. Like he still can't quite believe another man had the nerve to put his hands on you.

"I wish he could see us now." His voice drops into a rough murmur. "He's not fucking you like this."

He quickens his pace inside you and your head starts to spin. You're so close. The feeling makes you roll your hips trying to press them impossibly closer to his. Your knuckles have turned white from gripping the sheets so tightly.

"Oh, c'mon, Court," you breathe. "No one would fuck me like you do."

"Say that again."

He stills completely buried deep inside you. You whimper at the feeling. You don't want him to stop, you need him to keep going until you reach the orgasm that's so achingly close.

"No one…" you whimper "Would fuck me like you."

"Good girl."

Then, in one smooth motion, he pulls out of you completely. The sudden emptiness hits so hard that a loud frustrated moan tears from your throat.

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

He lets out that same rough laugh again, half chuckle, half growl, the sound unraveling something deep inside you. His hands are quick as they settle on your hips, moving you onto your back. You're a complete mess of horny, sweat, and frustration so much that you feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

"Court, I need you so much" you cry out.

Lying on your back now, your wrists still bound above your head, you watch him settle between your legs. For the first time, you get the view you've been craving for, the defined lines of his abdomen and his throbbing cock. Just seeing him towering over you takes your breath away as he climbs over your body until his face is only inches from yours.

"I know, honey," he murmurs, cupping your face in one hand. His thumb traces over your lips before gently wiping away the tears that have slipped down your cheeks. "You are so beautiful for me right now."

A soft whimper slips from your lips as the tip of his cock brushes against your slick entrance. Instead of pushing inside, he teases you dragging it slowly through your wetness. Then he kisses you. It's slow and warm, his tongue gliding against yours with nothing but want and desire. You want to touch his face so bad, to pull him even closer, but you just can’t.

As Court sucks gently on your bottom lip, he slides into you without warning. The sudden fullness draws a moan from both of you, swallowed by each other's mouths. The sound that rumbles from deep in his throat is so low and so primal that it vibrates through your entire body. You pull your knees up a little higher, your toes curling into the sheets.

"I need you too" he whispers against your lips.

He starts moving with a slightly erratic rhythm and you know he's just as close to the edge as you are. He thrusts deeper and deeper until there's almost no space left between your bodies and the touch of his skin against yours is enough to make you lose yourself. Court lets his head fall beside yours, finding the curve of your neck. You can feel his uneven breaths against your skin and everything about the moment is intoxicating.

"Ah… Court, I'm so close" you gasp between broken moans.

"It's okay, baby you can come right now," he whispers against your skin, never slowing the relentless rhythm of his hips "Come for me, huh?"

He keeps up the faster pace and all you can hear are your own moans, his rough grunts, and the sound of your bodies meeting over and over again. The pressure in your lower belly builds up until it's almost unbearable. Your toes curl tighter into the sheets as pleasure crashes over you all at once. Another cry escapes from your lips, your back arching as your orgasm finally takes you. Your walls tighten around him, drawing another groan from his throat.

Above you, Court is hanging on by a thread. You feel the moment he starts to tremble before he thrusts into you one last time, impossibly deep. He lets out a low grunt against your ear and then his body gives in, collapsing on top of yours. He comes inside you, and the feeling washes over you in another wave of warmth.

"Oh my…" you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Your lips are so close to his shoulder that you can't resist pressing a soft kiss there. You loved stealing little kisses like that whenever you had the chance. His body reacts instantly, and he turns his head to look at you.

"You were so perfect for me" he says before leaning in to kiss you again.

This one is gentle. He savors your lips one at a time, kissing you as though it might be the last time. You kiss him back with the same tenderness. He shifts on top of you and slowly pulls out, the movement making your body twitch with a few involuntary spasms from how sensitive you still are.

"Court, untie me please" you say.

"Hmm…" He rolls onto his side, turning to face you as he watches you with an amused expression. "Should I?"

Court leans in while kissing your neck while his large hand glides down your stomach. Your body responds instinctively at his touch. His fingers brush over you in slow teasing strokes and you squirm beneath his hand.

"I'll untie you," he murmurs, trailing kisses from your neck to your collarbone then down to your breast "if you come for me one more time."

You know it's far from impossible, but you still let out a frustrated little moan. Deep down you can't deny that you're enjoying every second of it. Court doesn't put his fingers inside of you to push you any closer. He already knows he can bring you to the edge with nothing more than the way he's touching you now. His fingertips find your clit again rubbing slow at first before growing firmer and more deliberate. The sensation is incredible. You moan and writhe beneath him.

Court is focused on kissing and sucking your breast before returning to your neck. As his hand quickens its rhythm, you feel yourself climbing toward another orgasm again. A louder moan escapes your mouth followed by a helpless whimper against him.

"Fuck, baby, that's it. So good, coming for me again. Such a good girl" he whispers into your ear.

He lingers for a few more strokes teasing your clit before bringing his own fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.

"You're so fucking sweet, you know?"

You look at him like you could devour him though there's not much you can do in your current position.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face.

"Give me your hands" Court says.

You obey, lowering your arms from above your head and placing your wrists in his hands. Court is gentle as he unbuckles the belt and slips it free. Relief floods through you as the pressure disappears.

Still holding one of your hands, he presses a kiss to your wrist before leaving a slow trail of kisses along the inside of your forearm.

"So… you really liked this idea, didn't you?" you ask playfully.

"I think it might've been my best one yet" he replies still focused on your hand. He kisses the back of it before finally lifting his eyes to meet yours.

Your gazes lock and for a moment you lose yourself in the stormy blue-gray of his eyes.

"The only part I didn't like was not being able to touch you" and finally you cup his face in both hands and pull him into another kiss.

Taking the opportunity, you shift until you're on top of him without breaking the kiss. Your hands linger on his face before sliding into his hair. You could do this for the rest of your life.

"I think I should make you jealous more often" you tease "I kind of liked this."

"I wasn't jealous" he says with shameless confidence.

But the smile he's trying to hide and the way his eyes dart away tell a completely different story.