Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (23 page)

“What has you upset, mon ami?” Jacques asked cautiously.

Flynn rolled over to look the man in the eyes. “I see the armor and think about some romantic gesture to get the girl.
I now understand how everything is a matter of perception. Here, I was jealous of the beauty of that moment you both shared, but instead of that being the reality, it was filled with pain. You didn't get the girl for a long time, did you?”

He was honest. “It took hundreds of years to make her love me. I’ve only earned that gift recently.”
It was said with such pain and sadness that no one there could miss it. Rarely was Jacques one to show his inner demons.

Jolie touched his cheek.
When he focused on her, she spoke. “You’re wrong, Jacques. I always loved you. I was just too afraid to say the words. I was damaged before I met you. You didn't earn my love recently. You unburied it, giving it life. It was always yours.”

He kissed her softly. “Thank you for that.”

Flynn placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. “I’ll get some wine. I think we should celebrate.”

He lifted a brow. “
What’s the occasion?”

Detective Flynn Brogan grinned. “
We’re going to celebrate love, and how it endures the test of time.”

They all could drink to that.

C
hapter
N
ine:

Interrogating Miss Kitty

~~ Elizabeth & Ethan ~~

In life you ha
ve to make choices.

Sometimes they ended up working in your favor, other times they
blew up in your face. The same was true when you picked the person you planned on spending the rest of your life with.

When Elizabeth met Ethan Blackhawk, she just knew. Her heart unlocked
instantly, and their journey began. Where a piece of her always feared it falling apart, it didn't.

In fact, over time, they became
an unbreakable force to reckon with, learning that as long as they stuck together, nothing could stop them.

Then
, along the road of life, their relationship morphed, changing into an entirely different beast. Yet, one thing remained true- Ethan was her first love.

From his raven black hair
, to his midnight blue eyes, he had always captivated her heart. Maybe it was the mix of his Native roots, or the way he carried himself in a suit. All she knew was something about the man called to her.

Sharing responsibility of the second largest FBI mecca in the world wasn’t easy. There was stress, agents to be responsible for, and long days to fill their time. Sometimes, their personal relationship had to be placed on the back burner.

While they didn't do it on purpose, it simply became a cold hard reality. Love was always there, but it would get buried under life.

And that’s why she
enjoyed playing these games.

While Ethan and Callen were always up for some truly fantastic sex, Elizabeth liked to take it one step further.
Some women may think she was absolutely crazy for doing it, but she liked to make their fantasies come true.

It was a mission.

From the clothes to the location, Elizabeth liked to push the envelope, much like in her life. These kinky little games were more than just sex. Each one wove their lives even more firmly in place.

There was intimacy.

Affection.

Love
, and so much more.

Now, t
oday was no different. Elizabeth was about to embark on the mother of all fantasies. See, her sexy husband had a secret.

Director Ethan Blackhawk, who dressed in his finery with a serious demeanor, liked to be a very bad boy when it came to their bedroom.
While at first it took a while to figure it out, now it was in the forefront of her mind.

It was something she couldn’t ignore.

Much like Pandora letting something out of the box, now that she knew Ethan’s desire, she had a duty to set it free.

Yeah, and it made her all hot and
bothered.

For a while, she never knew about his obsession, but once the cat was out of the bag, it became fair game.

In her past, as an FBI agent, Elizabeth used to work the streets. It wasn’t uncommon for her to dress like a hooker, as the Feds tried to catch killers who preyed on women of the night.

Thus, Miss Kitty was born.

She was crass.

Dressed like a whore.

And excelled at luring in men.

The most important ones of all were her husbands. Unbeknownst to her, Ethan had all the files pulled
that were related to Miss Kitty. He scoured over them, trying to analyze everything he could. They became his fantasy, his obsession, and his dirty little secret.

When Elizabeth found out, the wheels began turning. She was going to make sure that her sexy husband got his wish.

If he wanted Miss Kitty, he was going to have her.

So, the plot was hatched.

With Callen’s help, Elizabeth began planning her mission. They’d dubbed it,
‘Operation Pussy Cat’.
Each time, she or Callen would say it, there would be endless laughter. It wasn’t easy to pull one over on Ethan Blackhawk, but they were trying their damndest.

It wasn’t like this would be a bad surprise.

Yet, the man was so astute no one could fool him. Being the top profiler for the FBI, it was like trying to trick J. Edgar Hoover.

Now, the plan was in full force.

Ethan had to head to Quantico for some conferences. It offered the perfect opportunity to set him up.

While Callen stayed home with their kids, Elizabeth hoped a plane. Covering her tracks was going to be hard, but it might just work.
Whenever two directors were out of the office, trouble generally ensued. Now, all the weight would fall on Callen’s very strong shoulders.

There was guilt about dumping it on him, but he had insisted.

The day before
‘Operation Pussy Cat’
was to begin, Elizabeth started the recon. Watching Ethan from the shadows of the hotel bar, Elizabeth noted his schedule.

He’d come in, order
something for dinner, and then head to his room. If anything, she was well aware that her husband was a creature of habit. It was funny, since he was now the one being studied. As soon as he left that night, Elizabeth interrogated the blonde behind the counter.

The second the woman saw
a badge, she spilled the beans. Now, Elizabeth hoped she’d keep her trap shut. If the waitress blew the mission, there would be hell to pay.

Yeah, this was going to be fun.

The next day was all about prep. Elizabeth waited until Ethan was at Quantico, calling her sources there. When the raven landed, she went shopping. Out in the little DC shops, Elizabeth found everything that she would need.

Her Ethan had a weakness for black lacy things that kick started his heart. If he were to buy her some sexy lingerie for their supply, it would always be seductive, black, and see through.

Again, if anything, the man was predictable.

If you were on the hunt, you had to know your prey, and she knew Ethan like the back of her hand.

As she continued shopping, Elizabeth picked out some other needed items; the sluttiest heels she could find, a skirt that should be illegal at her age, and a new perfume. If she was going to play Miss Kitty, she couldn’t smell like boring old wife-y.

That was part of the fantasy.

Heading back to the hotel, she began the process of getting ready. Once in the sexy attire and wig, Elizabeth began timing the mission.

‘Operation Pussy Cat’
was about to begin.

Yeah, her husband was in for one hell of a surprise.

             
                      *   *   *

Ethan Blackhawk missed his family.

Being away from his wife, Callen, and kids was hard on him. While on the outside he appeared to be powerful, unflappable, and strong, he knew the truth. The distance was a hard pill to swallow.

Without his Lyzee and brother, his heart ached.

When they
had come together as a couple, there was fear the family would implode.

It simply never happened.

Instead of failure, love bloomed, flourished, and grew. Now, he was across the country, feeling the void. Each mile was magnified and making his life a living hell.

The ride back to the hotel had been unproductive. Pulling out his tablet, he tried to video call his wife. When she didn't answer the pings, he connected to Callen.

As the man’s face materialized on the screen, he felt a little peace. They had a special relationship, and his brother was damn good at lightening the mood.

“Where’s Lyzee?” Ethan asked, noticing that the man was alone in his office.

That alone was odd.

Whenever one of them was away, their woman would take a seat on the corner of the
other man’s desk. She hated being alone as much as they did.

“She had to take some personal time,” Callen replied, praying he could keep a straight face.
All it would take was the slightest inkling, and his brother would know there was something up.

That worried Ethan. Since the abduction, he’d become super overprotective. His heart fluttered in his chest.

“Is she okay? Are the kids…?”

Callen cut him off, seeing
the panic. “Don’t worry. Tori came in for a visit, and I’m covering for her. She needed some girl time. I think they’re getting pedicures and sharing sex stories about us.”

Ethan relaxed
as the laughter filled him. “I’m glad I’m nowhere near that mess. I’m sure she’s spilling all your dirty secrets,” he teased.

Yeah, Callen laughed at that. Oh, the jig was about to be up, but he wasn’t the victim of this one.

Ethan continued, “Lyzee deserves some down time.”

Callen was worried. “You’re not doing well, are you?” he asked, examining his brother’s face. He looked stressed and barely hanging in there.

“I’m good. I just miss you both.”

He sympathized. When Callen travelled, there was the same feeling of loss. “You’ll be home in a couple days. What are you doing now?”

“I’m heading to the hotel. I’ll grab dinner and go to my room. I wish you and Lyzee were here. I have this giant bed, and no one to share it with. I feel out of place not having to fight for space or pillows.”

Callen smiled, knowing what was coming. “Yeah, me too, bro.
Why don’t you call us when you get situated in your room, and then we can talk?”

Ethan looked at his watch, calculating the time difference. “Yeah, I’ll do that.” Glancing up, he saw the luxury hotel. “I have to go, Cal. Kiss the kids and our wife for me,” he stated.

“I will. Enjoy your evening,” he said, fighting the grin.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t bet on it,” Blackhawk muttered, disconnecting the video call.
Without his family, his evening was destined to suck.

When the car stopped and the door opened, Ethan tipped his driver. Heading into the hotel, he opted to
grab something to eat, just to get some sustenance. Without the people he loved, even food was bland.

Once inside, Ethan took his customary place at a table. As he scanned the menu, the hairs on the back of his neck stood.

Something didn't feel right.

It was like he was being watched.

Staring around the darkened space, he took in the patrons. At the bar, there was a woman in wickedly high heels and snug attire. He didn't bat an eyelash. This was DC and high priced call girls were as common as crooked politicians. Across the room, there were a few men having early drinks as they laughed about something.