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“Detective Lopez, can I see you in private for a minute?” Wesley asks in a tight tone as he walks towards where Angela is speaking with Detective Graham about a case. Wesley can see the smile on her face from where she was just laughing at something he had said.
“Absolutely, Mr. Evers,” Angela says, furrowing her brow but keeping the professional tone Wesley had begun using with her.
Wesley gestures toward the hallway across from them. As Angela walks past, he gently places a hand on the small of her back, guiding her until they reach the Metro-Patrol Liaison office.
Wesley motions for Angela to enter the office ahead of him, reaching for the door handle and pulling the door closed behind him. Angela turns around a smile on her face despite the furrow in her eyebrows showing her confusion at Wesley’s behavior.
“What’s up, Wes?” Angela asks, crossing her arms in front of her.
Wesley leans his back against the door, thoughts of Detective Graham’s explicit words on the Blair Tapes floating through his mind as he looks at his wife, her blue blazer making her skin seem a bit tanner than usual and her eyes look more like ground cinnamon than their usual rich chocolate. Wesley continues to stare, his eyes trailing up and down her figure until Angela steps closer.
“Wesley, what is it babe? You look…off,” Angela says, reaching a hand out to touch Wesley’s crossed arms. Wesley doesn’t say anything, reaching up and cupping Angela’s face in his hands.
“I love you, Angela Lopez-Evers.” He says before pulling her face to his, crashing their lips together.
Angela meets his kiss with the same intensity, one hand tangling in his hair and the other pulling on his tie so she can deepen the kiss. When they break apart for air, it's with gasps and reddened lips.
“I love you too, Wesley Evers. Now, are we talking or are we making good use of this office?” Angela says, wrapping Wesley’s tie around her hand. Wesley huffs out a laugh at the fact Angela isn’t questioning his possessive moment.
“Well,” Wesley says, his right hand sliding into Angela’s hair at the nape of her neck, taking a handful and gently pulling so he can angle her head and softly kiss the curve of her neck as he whispers to her, “Lucy told me that if the blinds are closed and the door is locked, no one can see in here, and since this office is pretty out of the way, as long as you don’t make too much noise, I should be able to do what I set out to do.”
Angela smirks, tugging his hair to bring their lips together before pulling back to meet his gaze. “Oh, yeah? And what’s that Mister ADA?” Angela’s voice is teasing, daring him to do something.
Wesley runs his left hand from where it had settled on her waist up her stomach, past her breasts to gently grip her throat, his thumb and forefinger barely putting pressure on her pulse points. “To make you cum hard enough to see stars.”
Angela lets out a breathy exhale, swallowing lightly as she stares into his eyes. She moans lowly in the back of her throat when he winks at her, the cocky look on his face making her clench her thighs together.
“Then get to it, Counselor,” Angela whispers, leaning forward to kiss him.
Wesley smirks against her lips before using the leverage he had on her throat and his other hand on her hip to spin his wife until her back touches the door. He releases her throat, a smile playing on his lips as he kisses her hard, waiting for her to wind her arms around his neck. When Angela has both arms around his neck, one hand gently tugging on the short hairs at the base of his neck and the other fisting his shirt collar, Wesley pins her against the door with his hips and uses his hands to grab both of Angela’s wrists, pulling them above her head, making them stretch above her head.
Wesley gently grips both her wrists in one of his hands, as he holds them over her head. “There’s a hook right above your fingers, grab it,” Wesley says, his lips ghosting against her ear before he kisses her neck.
Angela bites her lip before nodding her head, “Hmm… yes, Sir.” Angela wraps her fingers around the cool metal hook used for hanging coats and tactical gear on.
Wesley glances up and sees that his wife has done as he asked. “Mm, good girl. Now, keep them there and don’t let go. You let go and I stop, understand?”
Angela nods her head, biting her lip as she hums her agreement, her breath coming in pants. Wesley makes eye contact with her, using his thumb to tug her lip from between her teeth before he leans forward, capturing her lips between his own.
Kissing down her jaw to her neck Wesley makes quick work of unbuttoning Angela’s shirt, her plain cotton bra hiding one of his favorite parts of her. As he pushes the cups of the bra up, unveiling the dark pink nipples already puckered in excitement and arousal, he smirks up at his wife.
“Remember, be quiet my love,” Wesley whispers before he sucks her nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue across it eliciting a hiss from her, making his eyes light up and the corners of his mouth tug up in a self-satisfied grin. Wesley releases that nipple from his mouth with an audible pop before attaching himself to the other one, giving it the same attention as the first while he uses one of his hands to play with her still wet nipple.
“Fuck, Wes.” Angela moans out, throwing her head back and biting her lip.
“Ah ah,” Wesley scolds, popping his mouth off her nipple and stepping back. “What did I say, baby?”
Angela glares softly at him for a minute before a mischievous glint enters her eye. “For me to be quiet.”
Wesley nods, fighting back the smirk on his lips as he reaches up and subtly loosens his tie. “That’s right. So next time you make a noise, I’m gonna gag you. Understand?”
Angela narrows her eyes slightly in challenge before nodding her head. “Yes, Sir.”
Wesley narrows his eyes, “You know what, I think now’s the time to gag you, love. Before you get us caught.” Angela’s eyes spark with a challenge but a blush spreads across her face as she bites back a smile. Wesley stands up to his full height, looking down at his wife as he uses one of his hands to undo the knot of her tie and the other palms her breast, occasionally pinching her nipple between his fingers.
Once the knot at his throat was undone, Wesley pulls the tie off and slides his hand up Angela’s chest, his hand ghosting over her throat before gripping her jaw, gently pushing her full lips open. “Open up, baby.” Angela doesn’t fight him but she lets him control her movements as he shoves the tie into her mouth, making sure nothing but the tails of it are visible.
Wesley smiles and gives her a kiss on the cheek before his lips trail back down her body as he speaks between kisses. “There now, that should keep you quiet enough.” Angela lets out a muffled groan and Wesley chuckles darkly before leaving a bite mark on her stomach above her jeans. Angela’s hips thrust forward slightly and Wesley grins up at her, his blue eyes a stormy color with the desire in them.
Quickly unbuttoning her pants, Wesley pulls them down along with her underwear, tapping one of Angela’s ankles to get her to lift it up as he carefully pulls the leg of her pants and one side of her panties off before he kisses his way up her bare leg, nibbling small marks into her skin when he reaches her thighs.
Angela’s breath comes out in small pants through her nose as Wesley’s mouth inches closer to her wet core where she needed him. Looking down at him, biting on the tie in her mouth to bite back a moan as Wesley blows gently across her clit, Angela meets his eyes, chocolate meeting ocean, when he winks and his tongue slips out to lap at her clit. Angela sucks in a deep breath as Wesley attaches his mouth to her clit, sucking hard, his teeth gently scraping across the sensitive nub of flesh as one of his hands slides up her body and he tweaks her nipples before his hands slides back down and around, palming her ass.
A low moan escapes Angela from behind the tie in her mouth as she squeezes her eyes shut, fighting the urge to let go of the hook above her head and direct Wesley with a strong grip on his hair as she’s been known to do.
Wesley pulls back, eliciting a whine from Angela that makes him smirk. “Ang, baby. Look at me.”
Angela opens her eyes and looks down at him, a slight glare in her eyes, subdued by the lust and love in them. Wesley smiles up at her, his left hand coming up to gently, teasingly stroke back and forth across her sensitive clit.
“You ready to cum, baby?” Wesley asks, his smirk deepening as she narrows her eyes at him before nodding her head. “Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you. What do I get if I let you cum now?” Wesley asks before tamping down his need to laugh at the stormy look on his wife’s face. He loves working her up like this and he knows she’ll pay him back for this later.
Angela’s jaw tenses and Wesley can tell she’s fighting the urge to spit out the tie in her mouth and tell him to make her cum or she’ll do it herself so he takes a small bit of pity on her. Kneeling back down he blows a gentle breath across her exposed sex, putting her leg back over his shoulder before looking back up at her and resuming his maddening rhythm of rubbing back and forth against her clit with his thumb.
“Ang, baby. How about if I let you cum right now, we play Interrogation and you dress up as the lawyer next time my Mom has the kids?” Wes asks, looking up at her with a hopeful smile. Angela nods her head frantically, agreeing to his request so that he’d let her cum. “Good girl, baby. Now hold on and remember to be quiet.”
Angela nods her head frantically until she feels Wesley’s lips seal over her clit and one of his hands sliding up her thigh before he eased two fingers into her tight pussy as he sucked hard on her clit. Angela’s head fell back against the door with a thud as she bit down hard on the tie in her mouth, feeling Wesley’s fingers hit that spot inside her that made her see spots behind her eyelids.
Wesley pulls his mouth away from Angela’s sex, his lips and chin covered in her juices as he lightly pinches her thigh before rubbing up and down it as his fingers inside her continue to tease her insides. “Cum hard for me, baby.” Angela nods her head, her eyes still closed tightly.
Wesley puts his mouth back on her, licking and sucking hard as his fingers move in and out, hitting her g-spot as he sucks on her clit. When he feels her walls fluttering and tightening, Angela just on the edge of cumming he bites gently on her clit sending Angela over the edge with a muffled moan as he laps at her pussy and feels her pussy continuing to flutter around his fingers as he slows his licks down to ease her down from the orgasm.
Pulling his fingers out, Wesley looks up at Angela, waiting for her to meet his eyes. When she finally opens her eyes and looks down at him, a satisfied smile on her face, he makes a show of putting his two fingers in his mouth and sucking the taste of his wife off of them. Angela’s eyes light up with a new spark of lust that makes Wesley smile but he reluctantly pulls back, standing up to look down at his wife. He gently pulls the tie out of her mouth and taps her arms, signally her to drop them around his shoulders, which she does with a happy sigh as she leans her forehead against his chest.
“That,” Angela whispers, taking a deep breath, “was amazing. We need to do this more often.”
Wesley smirks at her and tilts her face back to look up at him before kissing her hard on the mouth, her cum still coating his lips and chin. Their tongues battle lightly for dominance as he shifts to put more of his weight against her, pushing her against the door again.
“We should, but for now we need to get cleaned up and look professional again so you can get back to work,” Wesley says when he pulls back from the kiss, nipping at Angela’s lower lip as he stays where their breaths are mingling.
“Hell no, I’m going to grab my stuff and we’re going home where we’re gonna have a nice, quiet dinner with our kids and when they're in bed asleep,” Angela leans up, her mouth against his ear, “You’re gonna fuck me hard like I know you wanted to when you dragged me in here. Understand?”
Wesley smiles, his hands sliding down to palm her ass as he nods his head before answering, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good boy,” Angela praises, pinching his ass hard as she leans back slightly before pressing another kiss, softer and sweeter this time, to his lips. “Now, help me find the wet wipes I know are hidden in this office so I can clean up and you can wipe my cum off your chin and we can get out of here.”
Wesley laughs, readjusting himself in his pants before stepping towards the desk to look for the wipes. The faster they got out of there, the faster they could get home.
“Wesley Evers,” Angela says later that night as she faces Wesley, her hand resting on his chest as they lay in bed catching their breath. “Did you tell me that you talked to Lucy, our Lucy, about how good the Metro office was for sexual escapades?”
“We talked about it at our annual “Stubborn Partners” lunch with James the other week.” Wesley says, his fingers running through her dark hair, gently combing out the tangles he had caused by pulling it earlier.
“Excuse me? You’re telling me the three of you have a little club based on me, Tim, and Nyla?” Angela says, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at her husband.
Wesley smiles and nods, “Yeah, and usually Smitty tags along but that’s because Lucy can’t say no to him and she always feeds him.”
Angela laughs at that, laying back down, letting Wesley resume combing his fingers through her hair. “I told Chen that Smitty was like a stray, if you feed him once, he’ll keep coming back.” The couple laughs and Angela settles a little further into Wesley’s embrace, the warmth of their entwined bodies and the sated feeling in her bones making her sleepy.
Wesley leans down and kisses the top of her head, feeling his wife’s body relaxing as she drifts off to sleep. “I love you, Angela.”
“I love you too, Wesley. Always.”