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New year, same ol' heated love affair~! 😚 While I don't normally forecast what's to come in this author's note section, I figure that 2021 ending on an epic downer (R.I.P. Betty White!) means I need to pass on some good vibes, so just know that this and the next couple of chapters are going to be some good Javi x Querida love and yearning fare, with minimum angst, if any 😁

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Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC | Javi x Querida

Disclaimer: Written in 2nd person narrative, you can safely assume our heroine and love/lust interest is a Latina, written by a Latina. Here's my philosophy on my writing, for further context.

Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞

Word Count: 17,000+

Summary: Navigating the balancing act of keeping your relationship secret at work while things between you and Javi heat up, can you both avoid the pitfalls that arise when things move to the next level?

Warnings: The BEST Javier Peña, graphic depictions of sex, including oral (m+f receiving) and unprotected sex. Use of provocative and slightly degrading pet names, dom/sub play, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, and praise kink. Some Dom!Reader, Sub!Javi, Possessive!Javi, and Soft!Javi. In the vein of Narcos being a bilingual show, and Javier Peña being fluent, I felt it was apropos to include Spanglish and Spanish throughout.

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Chapter 23: Coffee

The effervescent feeling sticks with you all morning after leaving Javi's, even when you rush home and literally strip and jump into a work outfit before hurriedly blow-drying your hair and dolling up for the office. It doesn't even leave you when you're stuck in traffic and need to call Ellis on your cell phone to warn him you're going to be a few minutes late to your first meeting of the day. Luckily it's an operations check-in, so he can run interference until you show up.

Breezing through security and strutting in your heels to the elevators, you hustle in and thankfully don't have to wait for the other passengers to arrive at their floors before the compartment stops at yours first and dings open. You're mercifully able to toss your purse onto the couch in your office and stride down the hall to the conference room to arrive with just enough grace to only be a minute behind the start of the meeting.

"Good morning, everyone!" you greet placidly, and internally breathe a sigh of relief. By the time the meeting ends and everyone files out, you practically deflate in your chair while Ellis snorts. "…Don't say it," you grumble warningly as you bow your head onto your folded arms over the conference table.

"Oh? Say what, pray tell?" he chimes knowingly, and bounces his eyebrows at you when you glare sorely up across the table at him. "Back on, I take it?" he goadingly drawls.

You nod and lean back in your chair meekly. "Anyway…what else is on the docket for today? I was hoping to meet with HR and make sure there are no hassles with them working on the new system," is your musing as you stand and stretch your aching muscles.

"Ah, I penciled that in around 2pm. The ambassador's secretary asked for you to go up and meet with him around 3:15pm, between two of his conference calls," Ellis tells you as you both lope out of the conference room.

"Huh, did she mention what about?" you ask as you make a beeline for the coffee maker, retrieve a mug, and pour yourself a cup.

"Nope, just said it would be a quick touch base," Ellis retorts while you fiddle with the button of our chic gray blazer while you sip your brew. "Oh, and Francesca's going to be in a little later. She called and said she was meeting with her professor about that extra credit to beg for a better grade without doing the bonus work," he tells you as you now head back to your offices. "I still think she should just cruise that cool street art spot you showed me—"

"Firstly, that's a dangerous neighborhood if you don't know you're way around, and second – her Spanish is not much fluent than yours," you heckle him acerbically as you enter your office and set your mug on the side table. "Besides, I doubt extra credit will be enough to raise her semester grade, let alone go through the trouble," is your musing as you shed your blazer and adjust the sleeves of your white button-cuffed chemise blouse before retrieving the mug and sitting on the sofa while Ellis leans against the door jam. "Ah, have you heard an ETA on the system from IBM?"

"Yeah, I got the first stamped forms and the processing should be complete by end of Thursday, so we should have it here at the embassy following week," he answers and adds tentatively, "Although, that means one of us has to do the field office rounds right after so they can help set up the hubs each will need to get onto the system."

You sigh and lean back into the cushions with your mug cradled between your palms. "Crap, I forgot about that," you mutter and take a long sip of your coffee. "Well, start looking at the itinerary for the next few weeks. I'd want to visit each field office back to back and get things up and running just to get it out of the way," is your musing as you twist your lips and add, "I have my cousin's wedding coming up, so definitely don't want to be traveling to the field offices around then."

"Sounds good. I'll start looking and confirm before I make any arrangements," Ellis tells you dutifully before checking his watch. "Oh, by the way, Jackie told me she's getting a bit of resistance from the DEA resources she's been onboarding into the pilot. Rather than have drama to report, I'll ask Stoddard if we could move the status report with Peña to next week," he remarks before giving you a lopsided smirk and adding, "That should be enough time for her to whip them into submission and have some progress to show."

You can't help hum a silly sound at that. "Fine by me. I think he's going to be plenty busy this week anyway…"

He snorts at that. "Mighty big fish he reeled in," Ellis remarks and crosses his arms. "That reminds me, I put in for the same kind of cell phone you got: encrypted, secure – the works. It should come in next week too."

"Excellent," you chime and finish your coffee, pleased that you'll be able to get ahold of Javi on a much more reliable means of tech than his current clearly-compromised satellite phone. You'd asked Ellis to make the arrangements for the cell phone last week before all the drama on Friday, so you're glad he clearly put in the order prior. "Ah, I have a meeting with Internal Ops," you sigh when you glance at the slim rose gold watch on your wrist before standing and slinking your blazer back on. "Lunch in the atrium later?"

"I'm down!" he chirps and gives you a silly salute before he saunters out to his own office while you grab your things and head to your meeting.

Javier is currently head down in his office while he listens to the latest tapes Stoddard had prepared for him of the wire tap on Christina Jurado's phone. It's the typical crime-adjacent-kept-wife bullshit: she's complaining about missing him, getting shined on by Franklin that he'll bring her along next time, and lamenting how this is not entirely the lifestyle she expected. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he shuts it off and sits back in his chair, hand dragging down to idly rub over his moustache as he ruminates.

The day had started out fantastically, but as soon as he stepped foot in the embassy, all eyes were on him, and most of the looks might've been benign, but after the removal of Col. Martinez from his post and Stechner's not-so-veiled threat, Javier felt like he was on edge. It didn't help that he'd been summoned to Crosby's office first thing to get forewarned of a big mucky meeting that was going to happen end of week, headed by General Vargas. The sharp-eyed ambassador had told him he better tread lightly now that he'd kicked the hornets nest, and Javi had appeased him with a curt, "You've got it, sir."

Really, though, Javi was prepared to take a blowtorch to the proverbial hornets nest, but for now he was biding his time. He was hoping Jurado's wife would get the man to slip and disclose his current location, and once he knew where he was, he was going to hunt him down. Brooding now, Javi glances at his cigarette pack, temptation calling to him, but he looks at his watch and smirks.

Tidying up the counter while the machine brews a fresh pot of coffee, you're humming to yourself as you straighten the little wooden stirrers and set them to align with the sugar packet cubby. You're contemplating to yourself over some of the tasks you need to get done this week as the brewing hiss and fizzling coming from the machine ceases just a few seconds before you hear someone clear his throat behind you.

"You must go through enough coffee to run a café around here," Javi croons when you glance reservedly at him and smile. He has a plain ceramic mug held in one hand as he slips the other in his tan slacks pocket. "I'm not going to earn ill will from your staff for partaking?"

"Not at all. My team has no qualms sharing," you retort wryly and offer to fill his mug for him. He lopes closer and holds the mug out to you, smirk warm and eyes crinkling soulfully. As you pour the piping brew, you muse, "It also helps that I keep Don Gilberto's coffee stocked at all times."

"I didn't know he sold his coffee in bulk," he chuckles before sipping the delicious scalding coffee, and having to wince back.

You stifle a chuckle and refill your cup while eyeing him amusedly. "He doesn't, but I convinced him that he should, and I'd be his #1 customer. I even made a spreadsheet to show him just how much profit he could make if he sold the coffee grounds in bulk," you tell him blithely as you lean back against the counter and let your coffee cool. "Everyone who has a cup falls in love with it. I even got Dotty in Crosby's office sneaking down here and absconding with to-go cups to take up to him," is your cheeky aside as he gives you a warm, rugged look.

"As if you weren't his favorite department head already," he drawls laconically, to which you narrow your gaze haughtily in response as you drink from your glazed mug.

He sips his coffee to hide his goading smirk, so you take the opportunity to whisper airily, "I'm likely the only department head that doesn't raise his blood pressure these days, unlike some others."

The surly grunt he lets rumble loud enough for you to hear sounds more like an ornery little purr, so you crack a smile while he glances down at the quietly busy department. "Well, I'll head back and get out of your way," he tells you in a professional tone, but covertly winks at you as he adds, "You have a good rest of your afternoon, director."

The molten, puckish look in his eyes has you aflutter, but you manage a congenial, "You as well, Agent Peña."

With a charming grunt, Javi saunters off, and you get to watch his handsomely tailored frame walk away as you make mental notes of all the naughty things you're going to do to him later tonight.

"Whew!" you hear Francesca chortle out goofily as you come back from the coffee corner, so you raise your brows in question while she waves you over. Once you're in her cubicle, she whispers, "That man in the tan suit strutted in here and all the girls snuck glances. I hope it's alright that he walked down before I could catch his name and ask you."

Snickering, you sit on the corner of her desk and assure, "No harm done. He's the DEA country attaché, and a coffee fiend," smirking when she gives you a surprised look. "He also has quite the rep for being a lothario," you tell her amusedly and sip from your mug.

"Oh, wait—that's Javier Peña?" she whisper-exclaims – looking super intrigued when you nod and hum the affirmative. "Well, that explains it, I suppose," is her snort as she crosses her legs and leans back in her desk chair, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"It should, considering even such a dutiful intern like yourself knows the chatter about him," you quip and eye her humorously.

"Oh, I heard gossip from some of the other interns upstairs when we had to do that annoying security profile update," she tells you before whispering, "The intern in Correspondence said he took one of his office girls home after a night at the bar."

With a perfect poker face, you smile and drawl, "Yep, that's what's gone around the water coolers." She hums in wonder, and you just love the smart, intrepid young woman. Still not jaded or put out by the world. Changing subjects, you ask, "So, did your professor let up on that extra credit project?"

"Ugh!" she dramatically deflates into her chair and frowns. "No, but he said he'd weigh the grade for it so it helps boost my overall grade for the semester. I just have to look for a subject that'll let me interview 'em," she sighs forlornly.

You pat her on the shoulder and check your watch, realizing you're going to be late for your meeting upstairs with HR. Agilely, you run to set your mug in your office before hustling by her and assuring, "That's actually a way better deal, so you should go for it!"

Completing your meeting with HR a little late, you make it up to Crosby's office with a minute to spare, and Dotty lets you in and asks the ambassador if he would like another coffee before winking at you.

"Yes! That would be wonderful. Thank you, Dotty," he exclaims and gestures for you to come sit. "Well, darlin', I only have a few minutes, but I wanted to show you something," Crosby tells you warmly as he picks up what looks like a fax and hands it to you. You skim it, and are surprised by the Senatorial letterhead. "Seems that the Appropriations Committee will add a provision for the funding your department requested. They're set to vote on it next week," he explains and grins broadly when you stare up at him, baffled.

"But, they were so disinterested…" you wonder out loud, and you read further, but it's mostly just pleasantries and political jargon. "…Did you intercede on our behalf, sir?" you find yourself asking and skeptically glancing up at the man as he leans back in his leather-bound chair and blows a raspberry at you.

"I didn't have to, actually. Seems that on Friday, while out on their excursion with the heads of DEA and CIA, they got the lay of the land for the funding need," Crosby explains, adding as an aside, "Senator Toyle mentioned that Agent Peña especially vouched for the impact the overall funding would have, and mentioned that your department's work would become integral in the future work the DEA is able to do."

You are absolutely floored. Javier had not mentioned any conversation of the sort. If you'd known that once the helicopter had landed on the tarmac, he'd struck up a conversation about needed modernizing and told both senators, "—That department is going to be fundamental in technologically leveling the playing field with the cartel networks and keeping teams like mine one step ahead of the traffickers," before rushing off to his car to call Stoddard? You probably would've melted down into a puddle of yearning. Hearing Crosby tell you the cliff note version now? It sets your heart aflame for him.

Thanking the ambassador for sharing the wonderful news with you and promising to keep him abreast of the pilot program's progress, you leave him to his next conference call and walk by Dotty as she comes in with the coffee she's pilfered from your department's pot.

The whole trip back down to your office, you're buzzing, feeling so overwhelmed by the adoration you feel for Javi right now, that it's taking all your willpower not to take a detour to his office and ravish him for all of the DEA bullpen to see. Instead, you practically float out of the elevator and down into your department before strutting buoyantly to your office. When you look at your desk and see a folded piece of paper sitting on top of your closed laptop, you get a giddy thrill. You stroll over to pick it up and unfold it, going from excited to perplexed.

CONGRATULATIONS ON THE FUNDING. LOOKING FORWARD TO WORKING TOGETHER SOON.

Bemused, you feel a cold chill go down your spine as you analyze the handwriting. It's not Javi's script, and you don't know anyone who writes in all capitalized words. Just when you're starting to rack your brain, Ellis pops his head in your office.

"Hey, I got everything ready for the meeting with Accounting," he calls over, but when he sees your tense expression, he quirks a brow and queries, "Something wrong?"

"…I'm not sure. Did you see anyone come into my office?" you ask and fold the note back.

"Nope, but Fran left not but 10 minutes ago, so maybe someone slipped in after?" he asks and eyes the note in your hands.

Stoically, you slip the note into your purse and instead hold up the copy of the fax the ambassador let you have. "Never mind. Crosby gave me good news: We're getting the funding!"

"Awesome!" Ellis exclaims and rushes over to give you a high-five.

While you and Ellis move into prepping for the last few meetings of the day, Javier has been avoiding phone calls and most of his non-essential meetings, favoring ducking into the booth Stoddard has set up the wiretap equipment so he can concentrate on listening to the Jurado tapes while he skims other surveillance briefs Feistl and Van Ness had faxed to him. The fact the men got sandbagged by the crooked CNP captain when it came to the documents they'd collected from Pallomari's office didn't mean they weren't finding ways to collect intel. He was reminded of the time he'd told Steve to shove documents down his pants in the Palacio de Justicia's storage room where the government had stored all of the Escobar evidence.

The irony didn't escape him now. Where he and Steve had cut corners, to Messina's chagrin, Feistl and Van Ness were tactically coloring in the lines while Javi was just keen on results. He's decided he makes a shit boss, but hell, not much he could do about it now.

He spends hours in the room, poring over documents and making notes for standout details to himself, so by the time he looks up and peers through the blinds of the door, he finds that most have left for the day. Grumbling, he collects the files and heads out to his office and finds Stoddard toiling away at his medieval-looking desktop computer, sat just outside of his door.

"Boss, meant to tell you that Mil Group asked for a meeting this week to discuss strategy on continued interagency surveillance ops," the weary young deputy remarks as he gets up and follows Javi into his office. "Unfortunately that muddies up the schedule, so I have to postpone the status report with IT+IS to next week."

Javi stores the files in his desk and grabs for his nicotine packet. "That's fine," he remarks flatly before popping a gum into his mouth, chewing on it as he gives the man a thoughtful once over. "Go ahead and call it a night, Stoddard. You look as tired as I feel," he deadpans before unrolling his shirtsleeves and buttoning the cuffs. "See you in the morning."

Shoulders slumping in relief, Stoddard weakly smiles as he backpedals to the door. "Thanks, boss. Have a good night," is his parting remark as he hustles to his desk, grabs his things, and hurries out before Javi changes his mind.

Javier decides it's time to get the fuck out before he changes his mind too, so he shrugs on his blazer, grabs his things and heads down to his car to make a couple of stops before your place.

You've been tending to the stove for the last hour, hair up in a flirty twist and comfortable in your flower-patterned bateau-shoulder strapped dress as you flounce around the kitchen. The apartment is clean, table set, and the drink glasses are waiting on the kitchen island as you chop the ingredients for the salad. There's a nice breeze filtering through the apartment from the windows, and you feel refreshed after shirking your work clothes, showering, and pulling on the soft cotton dress so you're comfy while you make dinner – eager to spoil Javi after the news you got today.

The TV is on, but the volume is set to low so you can concentrate, already wondering if you overdid it while you're mixing up the vinaigrette dressing you made from scratch. Once you're satisfied and set everything aside so you can wash your hands after turning the stove off, your mind betrays you with a reminder of the cryptic note that was now sitting in your purse. As you stir the rice in it's cauldron one more time, you let your mind wander. Who would know about the funding outside of Javi, the ambassador, and my team…?

Just as you start to fixate, the house phone rings in its cradle. Distractedly, you wipe your hands on the towel and grab the wireless receiver. "Hello?" you greet as you glance up at the clock, wondering if it's going to be Javi telling you he's running late.

But then you remember you'd both agreed to only talk on secure phones, so he'd have called your cell phone, not the house phone—

"Ah, so you're home tonight," the purred rasp taunts before adding, "Hopefully wearing a sexy little negligee already?"

You scoff and put your hand on your hip as you go back into the kitchen. "Hello, Sasha," is your flat greeting, knowing it'll rile him.

"Oh c'mon, ketsele! You REALLY aren't gonna greet me like the old friend that I am? I'm fucking wounded—" he complains gruffly, and you can hear the sincere scowl in his tone.

"You are such a brat," you cut in sardonically. "Congrats on the upcoming showing! I can't believe you didn't mention you were working on art again while I was there," is your remark as you idly clean the counter.

"Ah, well I wasn't sure I'd have a finished collection for the installation, so no point in mentioning it. But I got a serious bout of inspiration. It all fell into place quickly once I was done," Sasha convivially regales. "I just ironed out the details today. I fly into Bogotá on Friday and the installation will premiere on Monday night—"

He goes on to tell you the details, from the location, to the time, the dress code for the premiere, and you smile at the sound of his exuberance. After all, it'd been years since he'd shown his own work, so you were excited for him.

"—I'll put your name on the VIP list so you can come in to the preview before the ticket holders. And don't be mad, but I'm hoping you can help me translate and mill around? I just don't trust the cultural attaché they've assigned to me," he shares as he you lean your hip into the kitchen island now.

"Sure, I'd love to," you answer, before a sudden idea strikes you. "Oh, would it be alright to bring my intern? She needs to do a project for extra credit involving interviewing an artist about their process."

"Anything for you, my exotic rose," he coos, and you can't stifle the scoff. After all, he only uses that line when he himself has something he needs from you, but he isn't getting around to asking you just yet. "Bring whomever you'd like! It's going to be a lux affair, or so I'm told. It'd be nice to be around people I don't want to avoid all night."

You instantly think of Javier, dressed in a nice black suit, crisp dress shirt with obsidian-buttons, hair brushed back – basically just him exuding mustachioed James Bond sexy vibes, and you find yourself musing, "I'll bring a date."

Terse silence greets you for a second before Sasha hums in that low, gruff register of his. "A date, you say? Don't tell me you've been holding out on me, ketsele," he finally grouses, tone raspy.

"It's a long story," you tell him plainly and add, "What happened to that cute theater teacher you were seeing?"

"Hmph, it's a long story," he laconically deadpans. "But anyway, not like I'd want my escort to be anyone else but you. I promise, it'll be totally platonic, especially if you're bringing someone along…" Sasha remarks placidly before purring, "But do me a favor, and wear something red? I love that color on you."

You're about to quip that he tells you a different color every time when three swift knocks rap on your door. "Something red is doable. And don't be grumpy. My date might be too busy to come, but I would like to have the option to bring him," you're telling Sasha as you trot around the kitchen island to the door, opening it and smiling at Javi as you pull him inside, peck him on the lips and gesture to being almost done on the phone. He nods and sets his duffle bag down and the brown paper bag in his other hand onto the side table. You purse your lips at his unbuttoned and tie-free collar, eager to undress him completely soon. "But if you'd prefer me not to—" When Sasha interrupts with a grunt and grumbles, 'It's fine by me,' you smile and tell him, "Email me the details? And you're sure you can help my intern?"

"Yes, not a problem. You'll make it up to me some other time," he flirts, and you roll your eyes. "I'll call you when I've settled in."

"Sounds good. Be safe, Sasha," you tell him, and he snickers a 'Goodnight, krasivaya,' before you snort, "Goodnight," and end the call, placing the wireless receiver on it's mount.

You turn to see Javi giving you a molten, sexy look as he stands next to the chair with his hands on his hips as he inhales the delicious aromas wafting through the space. "It smells fucking delicious in here," he rumbles as you strut over and loop your arms around his waist to hum coquettishly. The sultry look you give him already has him sporting a semi, so you impishly press flush against him and brush your lips over his jaw. "Mmm, don't try and make me want to skip dinner, seductora—"

"As if," you chuckle and get on your tippy toes to peck him on the lips again, batting your lashes at him as you drawl, "Come. Dinner's ready."

He smiles and tugs his blazer off after you toy with the lapels. "What'd you make?" he asks once he's tossed it onto the chair and walked to the kitchen table.

"Salad, marinated steak with arroz junto, some tostones, and for dessert?" you recite as you flounce to the cabinet and open it to reveal a wrapper of Solteritas.

Javi's eyes twinkle at the offerings and he grins at the cookies, boyish dimple in his right cheek on display as he teases, "Jesus, you're trying to fatten me up. As if I didn't pack on the pounds when I was home."

You scoff a silly sound and start serving him a plate. "And pray tell, who was cooking up a storm for you while you were there?" you ask in a faux snippy tone as you walk over and place the meal on the table before sauntering over and grabbing a glass and pouring him a double.

He's already salivating, but wants to wait until you're sitting with your own meal before he digs in, so he takes a sip of the whiskey before answering, "Sometimes my aunt brought over potluck dinner. But most days, pops would throw a couple of steaks on the grill for us, along with any seasonal veggies he'd grown and recently picked."

"That sounds nice, actually. I wish I had room for a little garden," you muse when you sit in the chair across from him with your own plate and drink, smiling as you watch him eagerly dig into the meal. You grin when he takes the first bite of his steak and practically swoons. "Buen Provecho," you purr and he says it back around the fork, so you snicker and admire him. "Is it cooked to the temperature you like?"

He nods vigorously. "Fuckin' A, this is fantastic, querida," he praises after swallowing, dabbing his lips and wiping any possible food from his moustache before smirking and remarking, "Pops would love this marinade."

"Oh, well, if I ever get to visit, I'll give him the recipe," you retort and eat some of the salad from your plate.

"When you visit," Javi clarifies without hesitation before he sips his whiskey. His dark eyes smile at you over the rim of the glass as you blush at the unabashed firmness with which he declared that, but before your mind could fly off into whimsical musings, he asks, "Who was that on the phone?"

"Oh, that was my artist friend, Sasha. My intern, Francesca – she needs to do extra credit work for a class, and Sasha's going to be in town from New York," you answer without concern, adding cheerfully, "If you don't have plans next Monday night, we're invited to the installation at MAMBO. They're premiering Sasha's work, and I'm going to be on the VIP list, so I can have Francesca come with so she can do her interview. Hopefully she'll be cool with it."

Javi grunts, demeanor easygoing as he listens and smiles. "I can be free Monday night, although I'm not sure I have anything to wear to an art premiere," he remarks while he cuts into his steak.

"Ah, when I go over to your place later in the week, I'll raid your closet and see what we can find," you playfully retort and wink at him before sipping from your glass. He seems very pleased by your suggestion as he keeps eating with gusto. "By the way?" you lilt, and when he glances up at you with his undivided attention for you to continue, you purr, "We got all the funding we asked for."

He obscures his smile by feigning as if he's wiping at his moustache again with the napkin. "Really? That's great, cariño. I told you it would all be fine—" he pauses when he feels you skim your foot up his leg, caressing along his inner thigh.

"Crosby said you put in a good word with the senators for IT+IS to get the complete funding," is your tantalizing murmur as you caress your foot further up his thigh and feel his muscles flex under the pads of your toes. "Tell me what you said, exactly?" you suggest sultrily, enjoying how Javi licks his bottom lip and puts his cutlery down so he can place his hands on the edge of the table.

His dark chocolate eyes are smoldering at you, jaw clenching as you nestle your foot to be dangerously close to rubbing the inseam of his crotch. "Told them the truth—that your department's the future for the rest of us to stay in the game," he tells you in an even, albeit, husky tone.

"You know you shouldn't have done that, Javier," you muse aloofly, and when his brows knit questioningly, you drawl, "It's a conflict of interest. We can't be influencing things to benefit each other's departments or professional standings—"

"I didn't lie or misrepresent anything, though," he retorts neutrally. You sigh and go to recede your foot from its naughty pilgrimage when he bracelets your ankle and tugs you closer, which forces your chair to drag into the table more. His thumb grazes along your instep while he pins your foot to the top of his thigh and has his other hand join in – kneading it up your calf muscle. You exhale a shaky breath as he grumbles, "They asked my opinion, and I gave it. No conflict of interest present."

You pout, so he trails his fingertips along the arch of your foot, which tickles, but you try to keep from squirming. Noticing how your tendons flexed, Javi repeats the action, and has you instantly fidgeting. "Deja eso—hah-hahah, stop, that tickles," you begin to admonish before it splinters into a fit of giggles as he relentlessly keeps his fingers working now. "Javier! Hahahah-oh my god, stop—!" is your wild laugh as you try to wrench your ankle free from his grip.

"You stop giving me a hard time about this, then I'll stop," he proposes as he keeps tickling, eyes crinkling with devious mirth as peels of high-pitched laughter burst out of you now.

"Ok! I concede—I concede," you squeal, so he immediately ceases the tickling and lets your foot slink off his thigh, laughing when you give him a flustered sneer, but can't quite wipe the smile off your face. "You're screwed. I'm going to find where you're ticklish, and there won't be anything you can say to get me to stop," you growl as you stand and bossily shimmy onto his lap, earning a grunt and a wily smirk from Javi.

"I'm not ticklish at all, but, you can try exploring to your heart's desire, bravita," is his mirthful grouse as he cups your cheek and pulls you to meet his lips.

You hum into his mouth and card your fingers through his hair when you deepen the kiss, drinking in Javi's titillated groan when his hand slides down the small of your back and feels that you're not wearing any panties under your dress. He's instantly hard, and before you can protest, you’re being picked up as he stands from the table and only makes it as far as the couch before he pounces on you. You're dripping with excitement now, so you pull at his shirt and let him suckle hot kisses into the column of your neck when he yanks your shoulder straps away for his mouth to explore you without obstructions.

Just as you unfasten his pants and slip your hand in to palm him though his straining underwear, his satellite phone starts ringing. You both huff in frustration, but when your hand recedes from his cock, Javi growls, "Fucking hell…" and climbs off the couch to bound over to his duffle. "Peña," he barks into the phone when he answers it, and you watch his shoulders relax as he grumbles, "Unless you two have actual leads on that, it doesn't make sense to rattle CNP's cage right now."

He glances over his shoulder as he listens to Van Ness, and when he realizes this is going to take a few minutes, he tilts his head as if to say, 'Sorry.' You nod and pull your shoulder straps back into place before getting up to go back to the table. You're clearing his empty plate and picking a little more at yours when you hear Javi mutter in Spanish to himself.

"Nothing for you to do at this hour. If they keep giving you both the runaround, let me know and I'll see who I need to talk to. All right. Keep me posted," he orders before ending the call and putting the phone back into the duffle. Javi lets out an annoyed huff before he comes around the island and encircles your waist from behind. "Sorry about that. My guys are getting stonewalled by CNP down in Cali," he tells you as he nuzzles your neck. "Really wish they'd be more ballsy. If it'd been me or Murphy—"

"Javi, they're checking in because they're doing things differently from how you guys did it," you can't help redirect before smiling when he grunts sorely at that. "Here, help me finish this?" you ask and offer him a piece of steak over your shoulder.

He snickers and lets you feed it to him before helping polish off your plate so you can leave it to soak in the sink. Deciding to have after dinner drinks and dessert in bed, you quickly pack the leftovers into lunch-sized containers and store the meals in the fridge while you watch Javi retrieve the shopping bag and go into the bathroom, where he unpacks the second set of toiletries he bought to store in your medicine cabinet. The sense of déjà vu tickles your core. Playing house with Javi, living domestic little lives together away from work and the prying opinions of others? It'd been something you weren't aware you'd missed so much until now. Would it work, though? Especially if you're both splitting up your time between your place and his?

You snap out of your musings when you hear him stride down into the bedroom. It takes you a moment to pensively consider how quickly you're getting back into things after being so stubborn on not doing exactly this. But you can't find it in yourself to be unequivocal on it anymore, so once you're done cleaning, you lope down the hall and find him sorting through his duffle and hanging up some clothes in your closet.

Playfully, you slink up behind him and caress your hands along his sides before looping them to unbutton his shirt. "I should shower first," he rumbles in an enticed tone, as he lets you unfasten his belt while he tugs his shirttails loose from the waistband of his pants. "I smell—"

"I happen to like the way you smell," you chime and slip your fingers down the planes of his stomach, drawing your fingertips sensually around his navel before combing them down the happy trail of dark vellos that descend his apex and frame his perfect manhood.

Javi thwarts your teasing touch from going lower. "To be more precise, I stink and want a shower," he grouses wryly and turns in your arms so he can start undressing you slowly of your flouncy dress. "I wanted to fuck you bad in the shower this morning," he tells you and watches as your nipples harden after he exposes your breasts. "Wanna finger-fuck you and watch my cum drip out of your pussy."

You're soaked now, flush rising to your skin as the dress pools at your feet and Javi sees how wet you are. He lets you strip him of his clothes and belongings before leading the way to the shower, and once you're both under the warm water, Javi picks you up effortlessly and pins you to the tiled wall before spearing you down onto his throbbing cock.

Looping one arm around his shoulders while you grip the inset shower shelf for purchase, you hook your ankles together and hold on for the ride as Javier fucks you against the wall while the water cascades down his back.

"You're already so slick, baby," he growls against your damp jaw before suckling a kiss along it. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight like this," Javi admires as he keeps plunging you down while he thrusts up, all the while you just gasp reedy cries and whimpers whilst trying not to fall apart. "Th-Thought about hiking your skirt up and fucking you against the wall of that hallway—"

You gasp a strangled, scandalized sound. "Ja-Javi!" you moan in warning, getting incredibly aroused by the obscene fantasy of him throwing his coffee mug aside to take you against the wall of your department, where anyone could walk over and catch you.

"Oh—you like that?" he coos in a gravelly husk, primal urge winding in him from your cunt clenching excitedly around him. "Does the beautiful director want to get fucked in her office?" Javi taunts as he nips at your shoulder and grinds you down on him, earning a hearty cry of approval from you. "Yeah? Bend you over your desk and pound your pussy – m-make you come all over my cock," he groans out and misses a breath when he feels your cunt clamp around him wantonly. "F-Fuck—wanna make you drip all over your desk while I shoot my load in you—"

That has you unraveling with pleasure, climax snapping through your taut muscles and flooding your silken sheath before your needy pussy flutters and nestles Javi deep. The feel of your walls clutching beseechingly around his cock and the ardent cry of, "Javi!" you let out has him choking on his groan as he orgasms.

Your legs struggle to keep locked around him while your arms hook behind his neck in order for you not to melt into a puddle from the force of your climax. Sighing deliriously and smiling into his neck, you relish the way his cock is twitching inside you while he leans heavily into the wall with you now.

"Good girl…" he rumbles and nuzzles your wet skin, mouthing lazy kisses along your jaw and cheek. "Such a good girl for me."

If you weren't just turned into liquid sinew before, you were now, going pliant in his hold and mumbling, "Feel tingly."

He grunts a rugged sound of approval and shifts so he can pull out and still hold you up. Your thin whimper at losing his hard length sends feral pride into his loins, but Javi wants to just let you come down from the high while he kisses you. Eventually, you give him an affectionate squeeze and nudge his cheek with your temple before unfurling your legs from around him to stand on shaky, jelly joints. He keeps an arm around your waist to make sure you don't lose your footing as you both maneuver to wash off the soap and sin.

You dimly wish there was a bench seat right now so you could sprawl onto it while Javi pleasures you with his fingers and revels in his spend leaking messily from your puffy, tender pussy. When he presses you flush to his chest so you can lean against him while he hikes one of your legs up onto his bent knee, though? You are buzzing delight, especially as his strong, deft fingers gently glide through your folds, taking the time to tend to you while he hums soothing sounds into your temple and praises you with, "Always amaze me, how soft and supple and tierna you get after. Love feeling how good you feel, how full you are with me…"

By the time Javi's fingers are wringing a gloriously luscious orgasm from you, your knees are shaking and you feel like a melted velvet bolt that is flung up against him while your cunt drips all the remnants of his thick, pearly cum to recede down your warm, drenched thighs. He rinses you off with love and care, smiling against your hairline when you complain goofily, "I'm just made of jelly now because of you."

So, he takes you out of the shower, wraps you in a towel, and carries you effortlessly to bed where he dutifully rubs the fluffy material to dry you before he nudges you to lie back and lounge in a nice, fuzzy sensual repose. Javi loops the damp towel around his waist and goes to turn the TV and lights off before returning with a drink for each of you and the solteritas. You've managed to let your hair down, burrow into the covers, and look ridiculously gorgeous as you stare at him lovingly, so he sits at the edge of the bed next to you and hands you the drink.

When he leans in to steal a kiss, you yank at the towel around his waist and purr, "Come get into bed, stud."

He smirks and surprises you by finishing his whiskey in a swallow before putting the glass aside and going to the duffle he left on the foot of your bed. "In a minute. I got something for you," Javi rumbles as he digs into a pocket, retrieves the items, and then tosses the bag aside next to the dresser before he stretches out on the bed and sidles up next to you.

You put the cookies and your drink on the nightstand when he hands you a pair of keys and a slip of paper. Blinking at them before glancing at him, you feel an excited tickle warm your womb.

Unfolding the paper, you see it's a numeric code. "That's for the garage gate. The square key is for the building's entry door, and the round key's for the apartment," Javi tells you, and your startled gaze melts into a smoldering stare as he caresses his hand on your knee over the blanket and croons, "No more sprinting down the ramp for you."

Your smile is bright and dazzling, eyes softening as you chime, "Jeez, now I just have to shack up with you at your place, don't I?"

He loops his arm around your waist and playfully squeezes while you squirm and giggle effervescently. "Yes, you malcriada!" he growls and grins while you wrestle him before slipping your arms around his shoulders and anchoring him down onto you. "No pressure. You can come over whenever you want and stay for as long as you like," Javi whispers against your lips before kissing them.

Unfurling under him at that, you caress his tousled locks and affectionately pet them down and away from his face with one hand while the other clutches the amazingly poignant offering he's given you. Setting the keys and code aside quickly, you slink up against him and demandingly yank at the towel around his hips. "Off, now, chulito," you purr, and the heat that pools in his eyes makes your core ache. Once he's complied and slipped under the covers with you, you grab the solteritas, handing him a cookie before retrieving your drink. A fortifying sip mellows you enough to ask flirtatiously, "When's the last time you shared your apartment with someone?"

Javi munches the cookie in several bites and chews thoughtfully, eyes crinkling as he thinks back. Licking his lips and absently brushing his moustache of any possible crumbs, he eyes you before answering, "Technically never."

You stare dubiously at him before draining your glass of your drink, hitting ice. "Weren't you engaged at one point?" you query, curious, and set the empty glass aside before pulling the comforter up so you can sidle up close to his warm frame.

He slides his arm around you and cuddles you into his side, relishing your cool, supple skin as you press up against him. "Yeah, but her parents were old fashioned. Didn't believe in us living together until we were married. I had a place in town while I worked at the Sheriff's Department, so sometimes she'd spend the night, but she didn't have stuff there like that," Javi explains aloofly and enjoys how intrigued you seem by the whole thing.

"What about that woman?" you press lightly, and when he grunts and squints in confusion, you mutter, "Elisa?"

Javi can't help scoff. "She was an informant. Just because she crashed at my old place for a few days doesn't mean anything," he tells you curtly, and when he sees your lips press into a thin, miffed line, he amends, "It was not the same. She didn't have a key, or really my invitation to be there, but we had nowhere else to put her."

Crinkling your nose, you needle, "And you have no qualms about me shacking up at your place? None at all?"

"Nope," he tells you puckishly and starts kissing on your neck. "I've wanted you at my place since that embassy party. Hell, I kicked myself for weeks, wondering why I didn't invite you over," Javi blurts, giving you a lopsided smile when you chuckle derisively. "Not that I had a chance of that happening, huh."

"None at all. I would've thought you quite cocky for thinking I would've been open to the suggestion," you jab playfully before adjusting to curl up against him, feeling a bit sleepy. "Not to mention that the most scandalous rumors involved you bringing prostitutes back to your personal taxpayer-rent-paid fuck palace," you razz and yawn.

Javi grumbles at that. "It was not a fuck palace…"

"Ok, gruñón," you tease and lean up to kiss his pouty lips, humming when you taste the zesty cookie's flavor.

He turns the lamp off and shifts down into the pillows with you, holding you close as he murmurs, "You're the only person I've ever wanted to keep close."

Your heart turns into an igneous fountain of love for him at that admittance, already-ravaged muscles growing warm with desire and core pulsing with your yearning.

In the dark of the bedroom, you caress his cheek and nuzzle him. "You'll tell me if you need a break…if you ever want to just be alone?" you tentatively whisper, genuinely nervous, since he might not comprehend the change in dynamic that is having you in his space.

His lips brush the apple of your cheek. "If I ever need my space, I'll take it…by putting my head between your thighs," he jokes, and you blow a raspberry before brushing your fingertips along his forehead. His eyes involuntarily flutter shut, lulled into tranquility by your tender touch. "I've had plenty of space. I don't…I don't need to be alone anymore."

That makes your heart feel heavy, so you press reverent kisses to his features before resting your forehead to his. "You won't be," you promise in a gentle whisper. "I love you, Javi."

His embrace coils tighter around you as he buries his blushing face into your shoulder. "I love you too."

You both relax in each other's arms after the scintillating declarations, and sleep pulls over your forms like a protective shroud.

The next morning, you wake up in his arms, with Javi spooning you. His nose is pressed to the back of your hair and he's snoring that adorable purr, so you lie there and just enjoy the moment, until the alarm goes off. When you reach over to shut it off, Javi stretches out onto his back and grunts tiredly. You yawn into the back of your hand before rolling to smile down at him, eyes appreciatively scanning his broad frame. His morning wood is tenting the blanket at his crotch while he's preoccupied with scrubbing his eyes with his hands.

You lean down to kiss his chest while you slip your hand down his stomach and under the covers to touch him. He groans and grabs your wrist when your nimble fingers lightly wrap around his hard-on. "Teasing me first thing?" he grouses in a raspy baritone and snakes a hand under you to tug you up against him.

"Just thought I'd take care of that," you lilt and kiss along his jaw.

He chuckles and rolls to pin you down, and pretty soon you're both fooling around. Javi can sense you're a little sore and tender, so he's sweet and gentle with his touch as he brings you to bliss with his fingers over your aching clit. And soon after, you enjoy feeling him wind up with pleasure only to succumb to a needy climax you coax from him with your hands – spilling his cum over your taut tummy. The pleasurable buzz underneath his skin only heightens when he watches you serenely stretch and trail your fingers through the mess before licking your digits clean with a pristine smile in your eyes. Needless to say, he's fuzzily smiling when you pull him out of bed and into the shower to start getting ready for your busy day.

While Javi shaves, you get dressed and then whip up a quick breakfast for you both. You're setting the table with a quick omelet and buttered toast for him and some fruit for yourself when you hear his footsteps coming from finishing dressing.

"Any big meetings today?" you ask when he saunters from the bedroom while he absently fiddles with his tie.

"Centra Spike wants to go over surveillance plans," he tells you and smiles when you guide him to the kitchen table to sit and eat. "I should be over late tonight. Might have more tapes to listen to," Javi remarks and starts eating.

That gives you an idea. Abandoning your breakfast, you go to a drawer in the kitchen, retrieve something, and then return to the table. Holding out your hand, you request, "May I see your keychain?"

Quizzical, Javi reaches into his blue trousers and retrieves his keys on the plain ring and hands them to you, and watches as you simply slip your spare key onto the ring and fasten it into place with the others before handing it back to him. His chest fills with the expanse of hot pride that threatens to stretch his bones with heat. You innocently go back to finishing your breakfast, impish smile flirty as he eyes you with intense yearning.

Pursing your lips when he doesn't have a puckish remark at being bestowed with the spare key you'd confiscated from him, you chime, "What? Just making sure you can get in if you're coming over late." It's not a lie. After all, you have three copies for the apartment lock: Yours, the spare you gave your downstairs neighbor incase of emergencies and to help water your plants while you're away, and the copy Javi is toying with idly. It would only make sense for him to have access to your place if you're both going to be splitting up your time together – staying over at each other's abodes.

Needless to say, Javi is in a great mood as he finishes adjusting his tie and shrugs his blazer on. Your relationship was totally back on track, and for once, there was no sense that a proverbial shoe was about to drop. You're just as content, and when you primly hand Javi the lunch you packed for him and go to the door to see him off, you can't help give him a fond kiss on the lips before purring, "Coffee date later?"

He hums and caresses his hand along your back as husks against your cheek, "Fuck yeah."

You laugh and squeeze his side. "See you then, guapito," is your affectionate murmur, smiling when he chuckles and winks before heading out the door.

Once he's striding off across the courtyard, you hustle to finish getting ready for the day, snatching the set of keys and code he gave you the night before and adding them to your keychain before storing them in your purse, grabbing your own packed lunch, and heading to work.

While Javi is in his meeting with Centra Spike, you're merrily finishing up checking your work email before signing into your personal email account and seeing a message from Sasha. At lunch, you, Francesca and Ellis sit to dine in your office, where you mention the favor you requested from Sasha, and she enthusiastically thanks you for making the arrangements.

"—Sasha said I can invite whomever I want, so if you and Anita want to come too, let me know," you're telling Ellis as you close your lunch container.

"That sounds cool. I've never been to the museum, so definitely put us down," he retorts jovially before asking, "Have you told me about this Sasha friend before?"

"Oh, maybe? He's a good friend from back in the day when I lived in the city. I met him through his younger sister when we were away at school together," you remark and store your things in your work tote.

"What kind of art does he do?" Francesca asks, sitting casually on the sofa in your office while she nibbles on her noodles.

"Mostly big installations. He uses industrial materials, welds stuff together, or just manipulates it to make beautiful pieces out of unconventional resources," you explain. "Sasha's last showing was like…ten years ago? Since he has so many contacts, he ended up curating shows for major galleries. He won't tell me what the theme is for this collection, but I can't wait. They're always very evocative," is your musing as you check your watch.

"Awesome! I can't wait to meet him," Francesca chirps as she stands and announces, "I'm gonna grab something to drink from the vending machine. I'll be back at the desk if you need me."

When it's just you and Ellis now in your office, he swivels in the chair to face you and squints his eyes goadingly before drawling, "Is a certain suitor also getting an invite to the fancy museum premiere?"

You purse your lips at him. "Yes, he is, so I hope you can behave—"

"Me?! I'm always well behaved. Really, I'm a saint," he tells you glibly, and you laugh out loud. He snorts, cracking a warm smile before he murmurs, "You look happy, girlie. I'm glad things are good."

You can't help return his smile, feeling effervescent. The subject eventually returns to work, and Ellis let's you know the status report meeting is officially moved to middle of next week, for now. Checking your watch again, you can't help think of the unofficial meeting you have with the DEA head soon, so once Ellis heads off to his next meeting, you go put on a fresh pot of coffee.

For his part, Javi's had a decent day so far, even though Stoddard was getting on his nerves about being so squeamish over the whole wiretap thing. He's got bigger fish to fry, after all. The big meeting that keeps escalating with official after official getting tacked on is definitely going to be a hit job, and he knows the fire is coming his way. Still, he doesn't care – not when Gilberto Rodriguez is cooling his jets in prison and he thinks they're very close to getting Jurado's location.

When he enters your department, he swears he can feel a few glances come his way again, but he has his trusty mug, so many of the looky-loos go back to their work.

"Hankering for some coffee, eh?"

He pauses in his stride when he notices the bright-eyed, wily smiling wavy-curl-having intern with the chic framed glasses in her cubicle.

"Damn. What gave me away?" he jibes and glances dramatically at his plain coffee mug in his hand. "I can't help it. Have you tasted the coffee in the break rooms?"

"Haha, I have, once, and I still cringe whenever I walk by one," Francesca jokes.

"Yep, hence why I keep sneaking down here to pilfer some. Ever since I had it, I can't drink anything else," he pauses in his congenial chat to stretch his hand out to her. "My manners aren't usually so poor, sorry. Javier Peña."

"Nice to meet yah! Francesca Silverman, at your service," she chimes and shakes his hand very firmly, not using a dainty grip. "You're in luck. I think the boss lady is making a fresh brew right now."

"Perfect. See you around," Javi muses affably and offers her a salute farewell before he strides down towards the hall he can already smell the fresh coffee aroma wafting deliciously from.

"—Sure it's cool for us to come down and have some?"

"Yeah, we don't wanna be moochy jerks."

"Not at all! There's plenty of coffee, fellas."

Javi turns the corner to see you chatting with Nador and Benson – the latter taking his coffee black with two sugars while the former stirs only cream into his.

"Shit, so the word is out."

You turn and see Javi looking smug and ridiculously handsome as he strolls over.

"Hell yeah, it is. This coffee is freaking great," Benson declares while Nador nods and sips his. "We keep warning her that everyone and their mother's gonna show up to have some. Case in point," he razzes by gesturing to Javi with his own mug. "We call dibs though, Peña."

"You can't call dibs on my coffee machine, Benson," you jab and give him a haughty glance. Nador chuckles at his partner's expense.

"Technically it wasn't originally your machine though," he counters sarcastically. "Samson gifted it to you, so really, it's part of the Mil Group family—"

Javi has to do everything in his power to control his face from scowling at the mere mention of Luke Samson. He manages to just quirk a brow and set his jaw – expression cool and flippant, while you laugh and swat Benson on the shoulder. "It's not a kid in a divorce!" you jibe.

"Dude, she's right, now shut up before you get our coffee privileges revoked," Nador hassles before shoving Benson along to walk by Javi for the exit. "Thanks again, buddy," he offers you in departure.

You snicker and put your hands on your hips of your belted slim-fit navy dress when Javi grunts and just stands in what you can clearly read as a sulk – right hand fidgeting and flexing his fingers idly in that idiosyncratic grounding gesture he absently does whenever he's tense and wants to shake it off. Yes, you know him that well now, having amassed a mental catalogue of his little habitual tells, so you find it endearing that he's actually trying to shake off his sulky grouchiness for you.

"Don't tell me you're annoyed—" you can't help tease in Spanish.

"You never mentioned it was a gift from Samson," he grumbles, and the surly look he gives you makes you scoff.

"So…you're now turned off on coffee because of the machine's previous owner?" you can't help needle as you cross your arms.

That winds Javi up. With an appraising glance down each end of the hall, he suddenly takes two long strides to back you up into the counter, leaning in close as he croons, "Nope, because the better man won out. I got the girl, and the coffee."

He's so close you can smell his cologne and aftershave, and his nose dangerously grazes yours when he feigns like he just might kiss you right here and now. But just as quickly as he advanced, he sidesteps and reaches for the carafe, innocently pouring the piping brew into his mug while he mischievously glances at you from the corner of his eye.

The apples of your cheeks feel so hot that you swear they'd burn just as much as the coffee in the pot. Arousal has made you grow whet with desire, and the fact there's nothing you can do about it right now has you getting very riled.

"Did you really just say you got the girl and coffee?" you whisper imperiously at him, and he presses his lips together to stifle his grin. "First off, I'm not a girl anymore, atrevido. Secondly? I'm going to get you back for this."

"…That isn't really a point, mi directora," he can't help goad as he turns to lean his hip into the counter and sip his coffee.

Your eyes narrow, and Javi has to admit – the fierce look turns him on. "No, it's a promise," you hiss and surprise him by reaching between his arm and side for the carafe, weaving it out to pour a refill into your own mug, then replace the carafe as you covertly bump your hip against his. "Oops, excuse me," you chime congenially as your pivoting hip brushes his crotch. Javi's intake of breath from the charged contact is everything you need to get through the rest of the afternoon. "Look at the time. I have to head to a meeting," you announce primly before shooting him a brazen look as you turn and saunter off. "See you around, sir."

Javi can feel the blush creep up his neck and fan all the way up to his ears. It was all too tantalizing. The temporary flash of his jealousy that already made his blood run hot, the way your lips had stuttered apart when he'd leaned in, the cant of your hips being so close when you'd grazed his lower half, and then calling him 'sir'? Yep, Javi was doomed to spend the rest of the day hiding a boner now, and it was his fault for instigating you so brashly.

He manages to get control of his libido long enough to march swiftly out of IT+IS and up to his office, where he chugs his coffee and sits at his desk to do all the busy work he'd been putting off. Signing requisition forms, approving surveillance requests – everything a dutiful leader should've done first thing. Then, when it's already late in the day, Stoddard produces the latest of the wiretaps and places them on his desk. Javi's not in the mood to sit in the cramp audio room, so he had the man bring one of the tape players and a pair of headphones. He's listening to the second tape while he makes notes when Christina, Jurado's wife, makes a passing mention to Miami.

Pausing the tape, Javi eases the headphones off and cups his chin thoughtfully while glancing at his desk phone. Checking his watch, he decides it isn't too late to call, so he picks up the receiver and dials the number.

"Murphy."

"Good time to chat?" Javi asks, but his wry smirk is edged in his tone.

"Pfft, well now. What an honor, to hear from the DEA country attaché at such a late hour," his former partner razzes. "Yeah, I'm just catching up on paperwork. What's up, Jav?"

"Wondering if anything new has netted out of that Cornerstone raid? Or if you'd heard of any sketchy finance stuff going on around the Cali operation there?" Javi inquires as he taps the end of his pen on the notepad.

"That wasn't my sting, but I know the guys who handled it. I can ask 'em. Looking for something in particular?" Steve sounds like he's tired, but intrigued.

"Just a lead on a rogue banker I'm looking for. He took off from here on a flight to Panama, but we lost track of him after that. He's done business for Cali all over. He could be in Miami, even if it would be daring as shit," he tells Steve.

"Well, I'll put some feelers out. But I doubt he'd be here. Stuff for Cali has gotten pretty hot here lately. I heard it's business as usual up in New York, though," Steve remarks, earning a flat hum from Javi as he tosses his pen down and starts fiddling with the nicotine gum packet. He would prefer a cigarette, but he's decided that if he's going to go home to you, he'd prefer to not smell and taste like smoke for you anymore. "So…how're things with our feisty little mamacita?" his friend chuckles.

"Our? You better amend that," Javi laconically barbs, and when Steve just makes a loopy sound, he scoffs amusedly. "She's great. Hell of a better boss than I am, that's for sure—"

"Duh! As if that wasn't a given," Steve cuts in derisively, and Javier grunts huffily at that. "Shit, don't tell her I called her a mamacita. I don't wanna get a verbal beatdown again," he remarks sardonically, earning a chuckle from Javi.

"And you? How're Connie and Olivia? Still putting up with you?" Javi can't help prod, smirking when Steve makes a fawning little sound over the line.

"Yeah, Olivia's walking and talking. It's fucking terrifying, man," he flusters. "She loves going down the slide, and every time she sees a dog, she points and says, 'My puppy, Daddy,' and I just turn into damned mush," Steve regales before adding, "Connie's doing great at work. Loves the new house, and is even talking about maybe having another baby…"

"Shit," Javier blurts out, astounded. So much had changed, and he was still beside himself with how little time it had changed in. It made a bit of second-hand anxiety spring up in his chest for his buddy. "I'm happy for you, Steve. Don't know if you can survive adding another kid to the mix, but I'll be cheering you on from all the way over here," he jokes and pops the nicotine gum he'd been toying with into his mouth.

"Yeah, keep laughing. Pretty soon, this'll be you, amigo," Steve counters smugly. "I gotta head home. Will let you know if I hear anything. Have a good night, Jav."

"Thanks, you too," Javier replies before hanging up and staring at his watch again. He frowns at how late it is.

Deciding to listen to the rest of the tapes in the morning, he stores them in his desk and collects his things. By the time he gets to your place, it's a quarter to 11pm. Traffic had been heavy thanks to some congestion, so he'd had to take detours all the way up to your neighborhood. Using the key to let himself in, he locks up behind himself and stores the keychain onto the side table next to yours and takes in the space. It's quiet and mostly dark in the apartment as he walks through the living room to the kitchen. Placing the used lunch container into the sink, he notices things are still on the stove from dinner, and the light above it is still on while the rest of the space is dark, minus the light coming from your bedroom.

When he quietly lopes in, he finds you sat up against the headboard with a bunch of reading material on your lap and a magazine resting over your chest. You're asleep with your head tucked to the side of the propped pillow, and a blanket over your stretched out legs. His gaze softens when he realizes you were waiting up for him, so he takes his watch off, shrugs out of his blue blazer, and removes the items in his pockets before placing them soundlessly on the dresser.

You only start to stir when you feel the bed dip slightly and the shifting of the weight that's folded on your lap. With a hum, you adjust up into the pillow. "Shush, go back to sleep, querida," he coos and brushes a kiss to your temple before grabbing all the reports and magazines, setting them to the side on the nightstand.

Unfurling to stretch like a cat, you pop your joints and yawn before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Jeez, what time is it?" you mumble in a silly, tired voice before blearily looking over at the clock.

"It's late. I'll get undressed and turn the light out—" Javi is remarking as he works his shirt open and pulls it loose from his slacks.

"No, I made dinner," you flop the blanket off and start to slink across the bed to reach for your robe. "I'll just heat it up—"

Javi gets one look at what you're wearing, and his undressing pauses so he can concentrate on staring at you. "Is that…the sexy little thing from last time?" he husks, and you dimly look down at the burgundy baby doll.

"Oh, yes, it is. Hah, I'd fallen asleep in it last time, too," you affirm before giggling. "It must be jinxed, because I always put it on and plan to tease you mercilessly in it, only to end up passing out," is your glib musing as you pull on the robe and fasten it shut before he can get any naughty ideas. Smirking, you grab his hand and purr, "Dinner, then I'm dominating the hell out of you."

Javi can't argue with that plan, so he doesn't, and obediently lets you guide him down to the kitchen. You quickly heat the food up for him, and while he eats, you store the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Once he's done, he goes to the sink and washes up, helping you make short work of cleaning the kitchen before you flounce up to him while he's drying his hands.

Grabbing his belt buckle and tugging, you brush your nose along his chest and murmur incandescently, "Get naked and on the bed, now."

You can feel his muscles jump at the command, the molten look of lust heating his dark eyes and that etches his features has you getting tingly and wet. When he purposely grazes by you to do as he's told, he let's you feel how aroused he is already, and the spike of want into your cunt is unreal. You positively throb with your need, but you wait a few minutes, and when you hear the mattress protest with his weight pressing down onto it, you decide it's time to do everything you wanted to do to him at the coffee nook earlier.

When you come into the room, you find Javier naked and lying on his back, looking like a broad, golden-tanned feast of stretched muscles and rippling sinew. The light from the lamp spills over his skin and contours shadows along one side of his handsome frame. He seems to sense your presence, since he glances up and stares with hooded, dark brewed eyes at you – lips panting from the wound up arousal and anticipation. His cock is already hard against his belly, and the way his muscles flex tells you he's been riled up all day.

"Do you get off on pushing my buttons? Being incredibly unprofessional, invading my personal space in a place where any of my staff could catch us?" you ground out in a luscious tone as you take the robe off and toss it aside. The way Javi's eyes fixate on your body in the sexy lingerie has your nipples studding, so you saunter over to loom at the foot of the bed. When he doesn't answer and just gives you a hungry look, you tut, "That wasn't rhetorical, irrespetuoso."

Javi's cock twitches at being called 'disrespectful' in such a illicit pitch by you, and the look in his eyes gets bold when he sits up on his elbows and grouses, "You already know the answer, boss lady."

You are tickled by his defiance, so you decide to do something just as bold in return. You prowl onto the bed, settling one hand at his hip bone for support – putting it dangerously close to where he's throbbing with need for you. The intake of breath he takes has blood rushing in his veins; blows out his pupils until his eyes are dark with lust. With a gloating smile, you knead his hip, and when he groans and closes his eyes to try and rein in his need to pounce on you, it acts as the perfect distraction for you to sit back on your knees and purposely trace your fingertips along the arch of his foot.

The contact makes him jolt, but not squirm. "What would you have done had someone caught us?" you ask as you skim your hand up to his shin, using it to support your weight as you lean back down to brace the other hand at his hip.

He has a perfect view down your cleavage now, and when you wet your lips, his mind gets a little fuzzy, but he manages to croak, "Asked them to come back later?"

The smile he expects doesn't come. Instead, your gaze narrows and your features turn icy. With an unhappy hum, you lean down further and bring the hand at his shin to rest over his midriff as you brush your lips over the underside of his cock. The contact has him riling and fidgeting, so you make an unpleased sound and lean back to stare chidingly at him.

"Since it's so amusing to you, playing the exhibitionist, do it now," you order while trailing your touch down to graze the very inner planes of his thighs.

The sensation has him squirming and biting his bottom lip while he wrings his hands into the bedding. "—D-Do what?" he bites out in a growl as you catalogue his reaction and now trace your fingers further up and find the spot where he truly is ticklish. He squirms and tries to remain still, hoping you'll move on. But you caught the hesitant spark in his eyes, so you deviously lean down and flick your tongue over the soft, usually hidden span of inner thigh that is right next to his balls. Javi goes taut and actually hisses from how much your tongue tickles him there, but it's the kind of tickle that makes his stomach flip excitedly. "B-Baby-hah-fuck, that t-tickles!" he grounds out in a reedy hiss and tries to shy away, so you imperiously abandon the spot and instead lave a wet swipe of your tongue over his balls. "Fuck—!" Javi hoarsely exclaims and writhes, tossing his shoulders back into the bed and groaning when he feels his pulsing cock start to weep pre-cum.

"So, you're a fresco and a liar," you chuckle and sit up to loom over him. "Not ticklish at all, you said," is your crisp sigh as you work your touch up to knead his muscular thighs. You can see the flush rise to his skin – tell how flustered he is now as you tut admonishing sounds at him. "You just love to instigate me like there aren't any consequences, but it's my job to teach you how fucking wrong you are," you remark evenly before shifting your touch and proximity away. Javi snaps up to stare at you, a plaintive look in his needy features, so you smirk and drawl, "Jerk off, you dirty fucking beyako."

The intense arousal that surges through him at the patronizing command makes him hot and dizzy, and the way his cock throbs with need should make Javi feel shame, but he doesn't. Instead he's impatient and desperate. "L-Let me eat you out while I do it?" he bargains, and you quirk a haughty brow and cross your arms. "I fucking need you, preciosa—"

"And I need to see you be the filthy fucking bastard you really are when you can't get your way," you cut in with such fierce allure that Javier swears his entire lower half is tingling with pent-up need for release. You toss your hair with a flirty air over a shoulder and maneuver to stretch out on your side at the end of the bed. "I want to see what you do when you can't have me because you behaved like a puto descarado," you tell him as you lie on your tummy with your legs bent at the knees and ankles crossed together, looking like you're ready for a fun show.

His cheeks burn now, but he knows this is a game of his own making after what he pulled at the office, so he lounges back more comfortably so he can at least have a great view of you as he takes himself in his hand. A few strokes in and he's fisting his cock, frustrated and aroused beyond belief as he masturbates in front of you. It makes him feel a naughty thrill – something debased but exhilarating. It also, unbidden, conjures memories of the last time he jerked off in front of someone else, and the lewd delight it burns in his gut has him getting a bit shameless for you.

You watch him stroke himself with desperate vigor, and the sounds he stifles are a feast to your senses, making you ache to touch and taste him, but you know that's all he wants right now. When he muffles a groan from rubbing his balls along with his stroking, he gives you what you can only think is a daring, inviting look before he pants at how you just hum and cup your face in your hands with a charmed smile. He was hoping you'd be touching yourself by now, and you can see the crinkle of disappointment between his brows.

"What dirty things are you thinking of to get yourself off, mi beyaquito?" you purr when he huffs in frustration and drags his thumb over the dribbling slit at the head of his cock.

He continues to stroke himself, but his growl of frustration becomes a hiss before he bites out, "Hmph, c-can't fucking concentrate since y-you're not even turned on or anything—"

"Oh, just because I can control myself and not touch myself, doesn't mean I'm not turned on, pervertido engreído," you chuckle before sitting up and spreading your knees a little. "See?"

His breath catches in his chest when you shimmy the hem of your baby doll up to show him how wet your pussy is from just watching him. Your delicate folds look like dewy petals, cunt flushed with excitement and positively calling for him to bury his face in your drenched heat. The sinfully decadent sight, combined with the alluring look of sublime desire you give him has Javi's arousal spiking.

"Oh fuck…fuck me," he grits out as he strokes himself to completion just from seeing the lewd proof of your need for him. He moans as he fucks up into his fist and pumps his climax out, shooting the first of it over his knuckles before he mindlessly digs his heels into the bed and paints his stomach with thick, pearly ropes of cum. Javi's face is burning, his eyes shut and his bottom lip stinging from being nipped hard to stifle his whimpers of filthy release as he keeps stroking himself through his aftershocks until he starts to chafe. With a gruff sound, he falls back onto the bed, heavy and spent, sweat clinging thinly to his skin as he gasps hungry breaths.

Your clit is throbbing and your core is beating with your racing pulse at how enthralling it was to watch him bring himself to climax, and the fact that what pushed him over the edge was just seeing the effect he had on you has want tingling beseechingly in your aching parts. But first, you have a little power game to finish here.

Javi's mind is crackling with fuzzy fog, pleasure still thrumming in his sinew and leaving him on a bit of a delay, so it takes him a few seconds to realize he feels something warm and wet caressing his stomach. When he squints his heavy-lidded eyes, they snap fully open at the sight of you bowed at his side and licking his cum off his now taut abs. You have your hair gathered back as to not have it trail in the mess, and when he gasps a husky groan, you stare up at him. Undeterred, your eyes smile as you lick a streak of cum above his navel before moaning at the taste of him. The scent of salty, heady musk and the heat of his skin fill your senses, saturating your already lusted-over mind to continue licking him clean of his savory seed.

He's so enraptured that he just watches, and by the time you dip to lick up a bead of cum at his hip, Javi's cock is already filling out. You can't help smile and flick your mischievous gaze up at his entranced expression. "Eres tan rico, beyaquito," you tease and suckle the head of his cock, moaning around it for good measure.

"Holy shit," Javi groans and writhes, desperate to grab you, but you sense it and lean back and pivot to grab his left hand in order to greedily yank it up to your mouth so you can lick and suck his fingers clean. "Jesus fucking Christ—" he grits out on a stuttering husk and watches you work over each digit with your lips and tongue before you suckle the last of his cum off his knuckles. "Por favor, mi amor—"

"Even after I let you get yourself off, you're still not sated?" you cut in and showily straddle his torso now, purposely slinking yourself to hover over his stomach instead of his hips. Javi's brows arch in wonder, too far gone in his lusted out mind to know what to say. "Such a needy thing, aren't you," you purr and place his now-saliva-cleaned hand on your thigh while you grab the hinge of his jaw and tug. He obediently sits up as far as he can with you straddling him this way, pillowed lips parted airily for you. "Did you like shooting your load all over yourself, hermoso?"

Javi's eyes sharpen at that and he nods, not trusting his voice. Unsatisfied, you give his jaw a tight, possessive squeeze. "Mmph! Y-Yes, fuck, yes, I liked it," he husks in a rough pitch, arousal pooling in his gut and zinging down into his cock as you release his jaw and hum approvingly. "Please, baby, let me have you now—"

"Have me?" you ask, an edge to your timbre as you smirk and caress your hand to pet his hair before you cup his cheek. "Oh, baby boy, I'm not done having you."

With that, you capture his lips with yours, tongue delving into his mouth and letting him taste the salt of his cum. He moans a lustful sound and tries to pull you down over his chest, but you grab his wrists and press them over his head before shifting back and staring down at him.

"Think you're ticklish on the other side?"

Before Javier can decipher your meaning, you chuckle and lean down to trail gentle, doting kisses over his features before mapping a path back down his broad body, loving when he whimpers every time you suckle or nip a spot you know gets him tingling.

"You're always teasing about dominating me in my own office – how you'd fuck me on my desk," you taunt in a sultry murmur as you nestle between his legs in order to reach that other spot on the opposite inner thigh. "Wanting to bend me over and pump my pussy until I come all over you, where anyone could come in and see us?" Javi's stuttered groan is your answer, so you smile and first trace your fingertips lightly over the erogenous-yet-ticklish spot next to his balls. He jolts and squirms, fisting the bedding and inarticulately grunting something that sounds like 'Y-Yes, want it,' so you purr, "Maybe instead, when I go to your office for the status report, I'll tell you how poorly your team's doing while I ride your cock."

The way Javi reacts? It'll keep you company on lonely nights to come. He literally keens a growl of approval and tosses his head back on a wound up, "Dios mío—" just as you put your mouth over the spot and draw the tip of your tongue to tickle a pattern into it while your hand cups his balls and rubs them.

"You like that, atrevido? I'll just hike my skirt up, straddle your lap, and ride your big dick while you're in your desk chair, right where anyone in your office can walk by and see?" you prompt devilishly and give a flick of your tongue over his balls.

He lets out a desperate groan and begs, "Oh-p-please, fuck—please, querida!" as his cock strains against his belly at your lascivious ministrations. The onslaught of the salacious fantasy you've constructed along with how you're worshipping his aching spheres without touching his cock has him in an illicit tizzy. One that hits critical mass when you cup his warm sac and give it a squeeze. "Fuck, 'm gonna come—gonna come!" he hitches out and goes taut as he loses himself to the pleasure and shock at reaching bliss like this, with just filth poured into him and his cock erupting while going untouched.

It surprises you how worked up he got, and the sight of him arching against the bed and smothering his shouts of pleasure with a hand over his mouth as he came over his stomach and chest this time has you drenched, pussy clenching around nothing while your core laments missing out on being filled by all that cum.

Synapses stuttering and going haywire for a moment after collapsing heavily onto the bed, Javi can barely remember anything before the pleasure, so it takes him a while to scrape his mind back together and regain his internal equilibrium. Exhaustedly, his hand falls away from his mouth as he gulps hungry breaths and just lies in a spent heap, eyes screwed shut and insides still trembling. It isn't until he feels you licking him clean again that he shivers and opens his eyes to stare dazedly at you. His orgasm this time wasn't as heady and profuse, so you make short work of licking and laving him clean, smiling when you feel him give a deep, contented sigh. You kiss his nipple and give it a teasing flick with your tongue before adjusting to lie on your side next to him. He turns his head to stare dreamily up at you, and you give him an enchanting smile before caressing his face, brushing his hair from his forehead and temples sweetly.

"Tan bello," you murmur and nuzzle him affectionately. "Always my gorgeous stud," is your coo as you kiss his temple. "My wonderfully strong and sexy man," you lull and kiss his cheek. And with a serene whisper as you caress your fingertips along his forehead and brow, you declare, "Amor de mi vida."

He shudders and curls up into your chest, and you pull him close, holding as much of this broad, strong man to you as possible with your arms looping around his wide shoulders. You bury your nose in the top of his hair and breathe him in while he comes down from the high and regains his cocksure composure. It's a quiet while later that his vise-like hug around you eases enough so he can nuzzle up into your jaw and let out a cleansing sigh.

"Virgen Santa…" Javi breathes out in a velvet rasp, feeling blissed out and overawed. "Mmph, m-made a mess..." he sincerely mutters, the self-conscious shame starting to wriggle into his lust-sated demeanor.

You smile against his curls and plant a kiss at the top of his hairline. "No, you didn't. You let me have you," you assure affectionately and giggle when he hides his face in your neck and grumbles a flustered sound. "I love when I can just concentrate on making you feel good, Javi. Helping you let go and just give into pleasure like that," you softly murmur as you caress his warm back, feeling his muscles flex and relax with his deep, sated breaths.

Javi can't help feel like a depraved deviant for getting off on the cunning, fearsome way you can twist him up with pleasure with a few scathing commands, only to coo the most loving praise he's ever gotten in his life after. The dichotomy of it is something wild and primal, but it sits like a simmering ember of intrigue in his belly just the same. Still, he's never had that happen before – have someone get him off without actually stimulating his cock, so he's a bit bashful. And he'd be damned if he didn't feel silly about it.

"All those sexy scenarios? Of us messing around in the office?" you suddenly murmur wryly, "None of that can actually happen, hermoso. Not without costing us our jobs at the worst, or turning us into embassy gossip fodder at the least."

He snorts and curls up to nudge a rugged kiss into your jaw before adjusting to gaze down at you. "I know, querida. And I know I was being unprofessional today," he tells you as he caresses the backs of his knuckles along your cheek. "I won't do anything risky like that again. It's just hard not to flirt with you," is his puckish quip, smirking when you purse your plush lips at him. "Although, the idea of you riding me while in my office is gonna fucking linger in my brain every time my thoughts wander while I'm sitting at that damn desk now."

You laugh out, melodious and endearing as you sigh a silly sound and let him roll you onto your back so he can frame you under his arms and nuzzle your hairline by your ear. Clutching at his sides, you chuckle, "As if you hadn't already thought about it—"

"Oh, fucking loads of times, but it's a different kind of turn-on when you're saying it to me," he impishly drawls and nips at your pulse point, earning an airy gasp from you as you wriggle under him and feel his knees begin to nudge your legs apart. "Jesus, that was fucking hot. I can't believe I got off on it," he rumbles, dark eyes lowering to your mouth before flicking up to your smoldering gaze. "Think the closest that's ever happened before was when I came in my pants freshmen year," he blurts, and while his tone is unabashed, you can see his features flush from the admittance.

"Oh?" you purr, squeezing your knees irreverently at his sides and showily adjusting to get comfortable under him while still in your burgundy baby doll, aka the only article of clothing left between you two. "You gotta tell me all the details now, stud," is your sultry taunt as you lean up and suckle lightly on his bottom lip.

He groans a husky sound. "You're just gonna laugh—"

"I won't! I promise," you lilt sweetly and kiss his chin before batting your lashes.

Arching a skeptical eyebrow, Javi huffs and shifts to flop onto his side next to you so he can rest his forehead against your shoulder grumpily. "It was the first dry-humping session with a girl. We'd hopped the fence at the drive-in, snuck up to the top of the storage shed tucked away in the back, and started fooling around. I just remember she was wearing these tight jeans, and we were making out and grinding against each other. I could feel how warm she was against my thigh. Just a total turn on, and then, she moaned in my ear, and that was it," Javi regales in a gruff murmur, momentarily reliving how he'd hissed a swear and 'jizzed his jeans' so hard it started seeping through the denim at his crotch. "She'd just snickered and it was fucking the worst bike ride home of my life," he mutters, cheeks feeling warm at admitting the embarrassing story.

You surprise him by not giggling or teasing him, instead rolling onto your side to kiss his forehead. "Mi pobre chulito," you tut and press your nose to his temple. "Are you embarrassed? About earlier?" When you feel him tense, you shift so you can cuddle him shamelessly. "Because you shouldn't be. That was amazing, and frankly, I'm going to think about it whenever I'm really needy and aching to get off when I'm stuck by myself," you admit with genuine delight, and the way Javi melts into your cuddling embrace is all the reward you'll ever need.

"Christ…" he croaks in wonder, thinking of you touching yourself to the memory of him coming apart like he had, and finding it ridiculously satisfying. Your wonderful, unrelenting tenderness and grace with him – even in moments like this when he's abashed and thinks he deserves judgment, sets him at peace. He could just burst apart from how accepted and proud he feels right now. From how enamored he is with your unselfconscious passion.

Rolling to suddenly press you down onto the bed, Javi's molten gaze heats as he contemplates articulating his desire. It sends a fizzy tickle into your womb, but after he paws his warm palm over your breast and drags it heavily down your torso, the spark becomes an inferno of cloying excitement in your core. When he sees your breath catch excitedly, he just tells you with canela-dipped reverence in his velvet tone, "Let me worship you? Wanna devour your sweet pussy, make you come on my tongue, hermosa."

The words escape you, no response falling from your tantalized lips, so you nod breathily and blush at how a new flush of damp excitement honeys your cunt over. Javi can already smell your arousal, how wet you are, and even though you've made him orgasm twice already, he can feel that tug of heavy want pool in his apex again. And when he prowls down to lay on his stomach while between your thighs, Javi’s cock engorges at the sight of your puffy, drenched womanhood. Without ceremony, he licks into your cunt and buries his face in your warmth, nuzzling your soaked folds and moaning hungrily into your center.

You light up and arch, crying out in ecstasy as his mouth works your slow-burned arousal back to full inferno with the expert flick of his tongue and the deft suckles of his lips.

"Javi, oh—" you begin to moan when Javi suddenly rolls onto his back and pulls you with him, which makes you grapple to straddle up onto your knees and balance by leaning back on your haunches. "Babe—!" you exclaim and immediately gasp when he loops his arms to encircle you in order to coax your pelvis to rock your pussy over his face. You jolt when you feel the defined ridge of his nose press into your clit before he spears his tongue into your slit. "Oh—oh my god!" you wail and latch onto his wrists as you start to ride his face in time with his ravenous oral dominance.

He can feel your thighs quivering as they clench around him, so he tilts his head up so his mouth can capture your clit just as he shifts to snake his hand up so he can corkscrew two fingers into your rippling, silken cunt.

The onslaught is all too much after all of the stimuli of having your way with him, compounded by how lascivious his hunger for you is now, so in a incandescent flash, you're hurtling into a blistering orgasm, head tossed back as you sob his name plaintively and flood with your slickened warm climax. Javi moans with savage accomplishment as you come on his face, buzzing with feral pride as he keeps pumping his fingers into the clutch of your pussy and licking your clit to prolong the shattering aftershocks of your bliss.

At some point, your soul rejoins your body and sinks heavily into your spent, tingling flesh, registering dimly that Javi has brought you back down onto the bed and is just languidly licking your pussy as if it was a decadent source of honey. Shivering with overstimulation, you whimper, and Javi pulls back with a hum and plants a sloppy kiss along your inner thigh before sitting up and gazing down at your ravished, dewy countenance. He knows you're completely exhausted and won't be able to move for a bit, so he tucks you into bed, making sure that the baby doll doesn't ride up your waist. You sense him leave the bed, but return with his face damp from the cold water he splashed over his burning features and a cool washcloth he uses to tenderly care for you before he uses the other side to wipe himself down of any salacious remnants of his orgasm before he shuts the lights off and slides under the covers with you.

You're so blissed out that Javi has to roll you onto your side so he can spoon you, and the fawning little sigh that falls from your swollen lips is pure rapture to his senses. There's a satisfying, whimsical silence for a beat, where you manage to sow your synapses back together into at least sixty percent capacity.

"…Can we still have our coffee dates, though?"

You laugh an exhausted, enchanted sound at his velvet over steel query. "Yes. Just as long as you can behave, guapito," is your charmed exhale. You squeeze his arm, eyes already heavy with sleepiness as you add in a purr, "And keep from riling me up."

Javi grunts and buries his smile against your nape before encircling his arm to hold you more flush against him, deciding he has no salacious quips to respond with. Not when he's got his sexy, loving little minx all warm and satisfied in his embrace. You're soon fast sleep, and Javi pensively replays all the ways you've helped center him – made him trust and believe in more than just the angst and acrimony of his day-to-day. In gentle, quiet moments like this, he starts to open up to the hope he buried deep long ago, and wonders if there is actually more for him in this life other than chasing pinche asesinos down and dismantling their drug trafficking empires.

Dangerously, he wonders if he can make you happy in this life he's weaving for himself, and most importantly, if you'd want to be in this life he's now looking forward to seeking out with you.

Javi falls asleep lulled by your soft scent, and the sublime feeling of being loved unconditionally, which eclipses all of the worry and self-doubt that he's not worthy of you, helping cultivate the pining hope he's started to let bloom within him.

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Read Chapter 24: Chemistry

Spanish-English Glossary:

Seductora = Seductress

Arroz junto = rice with beans

Tostones = fried plantains

Solterita = Name of Colombian orange zest cookie; also the term for a "single gal"

Buen Provecho = Bon Appetite

Querida = Affectionate term for a female, akin to expressing one's want and desire

Cariño = darling/sweetheart

Deja eso = Stop that

Bravita= Tough girl; feisty girl

Vellos = hair; peach fuzz

Tierna = Tender (female)

Malcriada = Bratty woman; spoiled woman; naughty woman

Chulo/Chulito = Cute guy; little cutie

Gruñón = Grumpy man

Guapito = Handsome (said in an affectionate diminutive)

Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman

Mi director = My director (female)

Irrespetuoso = Disrespectful (male)

Fresco = a guy who's being 'fresh', or naughty/pervy

Beyako = Puerto Rican slang for horny/naughty guy; akin to "horn dog"

Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious

Puto descarado = Fucking shameless cad/scoundrel

Mi beyaquito = My little naughty perv

Pervertido travieso = Daring/Naughty pervert

Eres tan rico, beyaquito = You're so delicious, my little naughty perv

Por favor, mi amor = Please, my love

Hermosa/hermoso = beautiful (female); beautiful (male)

Dios mío = My god

Tan bello = So beautiful (male)

Amor de mi vida = Love of my life

Virgen Santa = Mother of God; Blessed Mother

Mi pobre chulito = Mi poor little cutie

Canela = Cinnamon

Pinche asesinos = Fucking murderers/killers

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