Mistaken

This is a work of fiction based on the characters established and defined in the movie No Way Back. It’s strictly for entertainment purposes. Please do not copy, publish or alter this work in any way without the written permission of the author. Any laws or legal practices quoted in this work aren’t based on fact but purely the imagination of the author. (Author’s Note: There was actually a pizza parlor called the Organ Grinder in the town where I grew up.)

This work contains adult material, written for adult entertainment.

Mistaken

by Songbyrd

Zack sat in the van, chewing on a toothpick, and waiting. It was nearly sun up and he looked at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time. This was the part of the job that he hated, the waiting. He’d done more than his share of it, but it had to be done. There were seven on his team today to serve a search warrant on a house owned by Christian Fortes, a high dollar fence for stolen property and a very difficult man to find. He’d been linked to many large-scale robberies across the country. Anything with a high-priced six to seven figure on it that needed to be fenced, Christian Fortes was your man. Jewelry, paintings, artifacts and figurines, you name it, he would find a buyer; if he didn’t keep it for his own private collection. It’s been rumored that he had rare stolen art in vaults all over the world, worth millions.

It was because of Christian that Zack was involved. Transporting stolen property across state lines was a federal offense and fell under the jurisdiction of the FBI. Actually, Zack was getting to the point in his career where he could pick his assignments and was tired of flying all over the country chasing cut throats and murderers. Stolen property was less risky and therefore less risk for Eric.

It took almost losing Eric for Zack to see what a rotten father he’d been. He couldn’t get past the fact that giving birth to him had killed Samantha, but that wasn’t Eric’s fault and Zack had inadvertently taken it out on him. Eric was the only family he had and he’d almost gotten him killed without telling him how much he loved him. Well, that was done. He and Eric were doing better and Zack was coming to realize what a great kid Eric was. Zack shook himself to bring his mind to the present; he looked out the window of the van at the house.

Zack thought the house a little small and a little too traditional for a man like Fortes, but you never know where a man’s tastes truly lie. Granted, it was a very nice house, in a very classy neighborhood, mid six figures he guessed, Zack gazed at the manicured lawn, the beveled windows with the solid oak double doors. It was the kind of house he would’ve picked if he had the money. There was nice brick around the front portico with round columns; it was actually a beautiful house. The yard had a large expanse of green grass and a lot of blooming flower pots on the walkway next to the front door. It was very floral.

The neighborhood seemed a little bit too suburbia for a low-life like Fortes, but then it might just be a cover. Zack had learned over the years that nothing was ever what it seemed. Look at Seiko, she’d had him and all of his co-workers totally fooled and it had gotten her killed, and in the end, had almost killed Eric.

“Zack, it’s 6 am.” The voice of Mel, one of his team, brought him out of his thoughts and back to the present. The doors opened and all of the team advanced on the house in the early morning light. This time of day was the best for search warrants because almost every crook would be sleeping and they could catch them unaware. Only honest people were up and busy this early. Well, and the FBI.

They approached the house as a team, all of them wearing blue polo shirts with FBI printed on the back; four through the front and three through the back. Zack had his gun drawn as did the rest of them, except Stu who had the ‘universal lock pick’, a large heavy steel cylinder with a flat plate on the end, guaranteed to break into any door. They rang the bell, knowing no one could get to the door in time to keep them from breaking it in. The element of surprise was a huge advantage for them. Zack felt his adrenaline kick in, it was a rush. His heart was thumping in his chest so loud he was sure that anyone could hear it from a mile away. Most agents felt it, fuck; pretty much any cop would feel it unless he was a cold, heartless bastard. He’d met a few. He looked over at Clint Adams; he was an up and coming hot shot- good, gung ho, and extremely impulsive. He reminded Zack of himself so many years ago. Zack had certainly mellowed. He looked at his watch, 2 minutes. They waited.

“NOW!!!” Zack gave the word and in a single swing the door crashed open, the beautiful beveled glass, that Zack had been admiring only moments before shattered into bits onto the tile floor of the entryway, sparkling like jewels against the dark gray of the slate tile. He heard a similar crash from the back of the house. All of the team entered one after the other with Zack coming last. They all came in, guns drawn and moved systematically through the home. As he entered, Zack noticed how well kept and lovely the furnishings were, not high brow like he anticipated but warm and comfortable, like a family would use. It wasn’t magazine perfect, but had signs of being lived in. There was a soda pop can on the carpet next to the sofa, beside it an open magazine. Odd. There were rental cases on the coffee table, someone had rented videos. He looked around the area and saw family photos everywhere, on tables on the wall. More odd. Zack felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Something wasn’t right, but he didn’t know what.

They moved upstairs and Zack was the last when he heard a woman scream. He rushed to the room just in time to see legs flying onto the floor. Adams had pulled a woman from her bed and had her face down on the floor with her arms behind her back putting cuffs on her. The woman’s face was one of absolute terror and her eyes were huge with questioning fear. She was hardly dressed; she was wearing a short light cotton night gown with thin straps. Zack could see almost all of her breasts as she was pinned to the floor with her head pulled back and the hemline had hiked up to the point you could see the tight roundness of her butt. Adams had his hands on her along with his knee in her lower back.

Zack was incensed. He holstered his weapon. He grabbed Adams by the scruff of the neck to pull him off her, and slammed him against the wall so hard that the glass mirror on it rattled and then crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. His muscles bulged against the cotton fabric of his shirt as he fought to control his anger. Anyone looking at him could see the explosion just below the surface. Adams had a look of incredulous surprise.

“What the fuck is the matter with you? What do you think you’re doing?” Zack yelled into his face. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Christ Zack, I’m just checking for weapons, following procedure.” He had a cheeky grin on his face. Zack wanted to smash his face in, and wipe that smile right down to his ankles. He tightened his hold on the shirt and Adams felt his throat constrict under the pressure. He was too arrogant to realize that he didn’t want to make an enemy of Zack Grant. Adams may be taller but Zack was rock hard solid muscle with years of training, with at least 30 to 40 pounds on Adams. His strength was obvious as he pulled on the collar of his shirt a little more. Adams could see the veins in Grant’s forehead pulsing, conveying how truly livid he was.

“Copping a feel is more like it, you asshole! She was asleep in her bed for Chrissake, where did you think she would hide a weapon? This is a search, not a bust, and you better learn the difference.” Zack grabbed him from the wall and threw him into the hallway. He hit the wall in the hall with a solid thud. “Get the fuck out of here before I lose my temper.” He turned to the woman, she was livid and he didn’t blame her. Her face flooded with tears coursing down as he lowered down on one knee and carefully released the handcuffs, while doing so he grabbed a blanket from the bed to cover her.

“I’m very sorry about that. Are you alright? It shouldn’t have been like that. He was way out of line.” His voice was soft with compassion. He released her and she scrambled onto the bed and cowered in the corner wrapping the blanket around her nakedness. The morning light was streaming in through the softly muted curtains on the window.

“Who are you? What are you looking for and where is my son?” Her voice shook in fear and Zack’s eyebrows rose, SON? Christ, the info he had said nothing about a son, of course the info said nothing about a woman either, especially one as beautiful as this one. It was then he turned to find Mel bringing in a young man about Eric’s age, still in pajamas. He crawled onto the bed next to his mother. They clung to each other in fear.

Zack watched her with his arms crossed over his chest. She was beautiful, reddish blonde hair tumbled in wild disarray around her shoulder with a pair of very beautiful green eyes. Her body was trembling under the blanket with her arms protectively around her son. His eyes were round in fear as well. He hated having this boy afraid of him.

He pulled his ID, “FBI, conducting a legal search of the premises.” He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible considering the adrenaline that was still pumping through his veins. He cringed as he heard something break; he reached into his pocket and placed the search warrant on the bed in front of her. She reached for it, she had calmed somewhat. “I’m sorry about that, it happens sometimes.” Then he heard another crash and then another.

“I repeat, what are you looking for?” the woman asked. She opened the papers and studied them, and then her look was one of incredulous anger, eyes wide as she shook the papers at him. “Don’t you assholes know how to read?” she asked.

“What are you talking about? And watch your mouth.” Zack snapped at her. Holy Shit! She was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. Her eyes were dark like emeralds. What a set of legs, everything about her was beautiful even in her anger, or maybe especially in her anger.

She threw the papers back at him, “Take a good look at those papers, they are for Christian Fortes on South Huntington Drive. You’re at my house, Christine Forbes on North Huntington Court! You have the wrong address, you idiot!!” She spat out. She was off the bed in a minute and picking up the phone. “Kevin, stay on the bed. I’ll take care of this.” Her voice had taken on an authority that actually startled Zack. She was dialing before Zack even knew what she was doing, he reached over and placed his finger over the connect button to break her dialing.

“No calls, not until I get this straightened out.” Zack looked at the papers on her warrant and sure enough the address was wrong. He didn’t understand it, he was sure the papers he saw this morning said North Huntington Court. But this one was clearly South Huntington Drive. FUCK! He’d really done it this time; Fukes was going to nail his ass to the wall on this one. He closed his eyes and lowered his head. FUCK!!!!

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Zack was sitting in his office, his head still reeling from the tongue lashing Fukes had given him over his monumental fuck-up. He would be back to paperwork for sure on this one. He was so perplexed over the course of events leading up to the search. He’d played the entire scenario over and over again in his head, and the more he thought of it, the more he recalled seeing North Huntington Court on the warrant he’d had in his hand in the van. But when he searched the van, he couldn’t find it anywhere. This whole thing stunk and he was determined to get to the bottom of it, if he still had a job. His phone buzzed.

“Grant here!” Was all he said. It was Fukes; he was to get his ass to her office pronto. Great, just fucking great. He walked down the corridor to her office and when he entered he saw Christine Forbes, looking stunning in a green suit that fit her like it was made for her. Who knows, it probably was. Some guy in a suit and all of the rest gathered together to screw him. Of that he was sure, not that he didn’t deserve it. He was the agent in charge and this was one huge fuck-up.

“Grant, sit down!” Zack sat. The suit got up and started in about abuse of power and incompetence and assault, etc…. Zack couldn’t argue with him. He was right and Zack didn’t know how it happened. Then he heard Ms. Forbes speak.

“I was petrified, I had no idea who they were until Agent Grant, came into my room and pulled the other agent off me. He gave me a blanket to cover myself. He was the only one who identified himself and exacted any measure of professionalism. The other agent or asshole, you pick, threw me on the floor without as much as an explanation. He violated my body and left bruises on me.” On the last word she rose, unbuttoned and removed her jacket and then proceeded to remove her blouse, her golden brown skin glowed in the artificial light.

Just as before, Zack thought her to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her skin looked soft and Zack wondered what it would feel like in a shower with soap bubbles cascading down onto those perfect breasts. He shook his head to clear it. When she pulled the blouse from her arms Zack saw the finger shaped bruises on her arms from where Adams had grabbed her and thrown her on the floor. It filled him with disgust to see that satin skin marred with such brutality. “I also have a large bruise from his knee on my ass, which I’m not going to show you.” Zack noticed the perfect swell of her breast over the soft bra she wore. God, it was a feast for any pair of eyes, including his, or maybe especially his.

Zack lowered his head into his hands. Christ, this was the end of his career for sure. Then he heard Fukes speak.

“Ms. Forbes, we’re naturally very sorry for what transpired here. Agent Grant is extremely competent and it was obviously a mistake. You said yourself how professional he was and I can assure you that Agent Adams will be dealt with for his lack of respect to your person.” She wasn’t allowed to finish before the suit spoke up.

“Do you think we’re going to take your word that you’ll deal with that prick? I don’t think so. I have in my hand a signed injunction from Judge Renkins demanding his immediate dismissal not to mention an outside investigation into this gross misuse of power.” Then he turned and faced Zack, “Agent Grant, extremely competent? I hardly think so. Wasn’t it Agent Grant that messed up an assignment so badly he almost got his own son killed?” Zack flinched at the memory. He went on for at least 20 minutes in legal jargon that Zack only half understood. The guy was obviously a lawyer. Only a lawyer could make him feel like nothing. Zack did not see the astonished look on Ms. Forbes expression.

“Mr. Forbes, we’re doing everything we can to find out exactly where the breakdown occurred. You don’t have to go to all this trouble to see that justice is done. We’re all on the same side. A gross injustice has been done to your wife and son. We’re very well aware of that, not the least is Agent Grant. And as for the other, it’s over and done with and has no bearing on these proceedings. You’ll not bring them up again. There were extenuating circumstances that are none of your business.” Her voice brooked no argument.

At the word wife, Zack snapped his head up. This was her husband, it figured. That is odd, because she wasn’t wearing a ring the day of the search and she wasn’t wearing one now. After more conversation, mostly by Mr. Forbes, it was revealed he was an attorney with the Department of Justice. That was just fucking great! Was it even possible that this could get any worse? Then he heard Fukes speak again.

“Mr. Forbes, as a member of the Department of Justice you’re well aware that what we do here is extremely confidential and will not tolerate outside scrutiny. You’re also aware that mistakes happen, this is not a perfect world and if you’d accept our apology and work with us we can come to some kind of compromise that benefits us all.” She was standing and her words were strong and concise. She wasn’t about to subject the department to an outside investigation.

“An apology? Do you think an apology will replace the fear and horror that my son felt?”

“Okay then, what? Will firing Agent Adams make YOUR SON feel better? Or do you just want to throw your weight around? We already know what you’re capable of, but you aren’t giving us anything to work with. What exactly is it that you want?” She was yelling now and she was about to lose it; Zack had seen it before when he crossed her. He was relieved she wasn’t aiming those verbal barbs at him for once. Before Mr. Forbes could speak, his wife did. Her voice was concise, but not overly sharp.

“Look, I know people make mistakes and the FBI is not immune. I can accept that, especially with how close my name and street mix with those listed on the warrant. What I want is this; an apology from your Agent Adams in person and an admission that he was wrong. I want a written apology from the FBI on letterhead with the name of every agent in attendance with their wet signature. Then I want those agents to come to my house and clean up and repair the mess they made. I have close to $25,000.00 in damages and I want you to take responsibility for it.” Then she closed her mouth and silenced her husband.

Zack was relieved; he thought her demands were completely reasonable. God, an apology and restitution; it worked for him. He would do the work himself if need be. Of course getting to see her up close and personal had nothing to do with it.

“I think that can be arranged.” Fukes seemed placated for the first time. “I think that Agent Grant will be able to arrange a clean- up detail.” While she spoke the words, she looked directly at Zack, who nodded.

“Absolutely, may I speak?” His question was directed at his superior; at her nod he faced the beautiful Christine Forbes. “Mrs. Forbes, I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am for everything that happened. I can say however, that I’m sure my original warrant had your address on it and there is some terrible mix up somewhere in the chain. I’ll be more than willing to arrange the repairs on the damage to your home. I cannot however, repair the damage to your person or your son’s peace of mind. I know what it feels like to have your son in danger, believe me.” At his words, Fukes looked at him with compassion.

“Thank you Agent Grant. I appreciate your apology. And just for the record, I’m not Mrs. Forbes and haven’t been for a few years.” With these last words she smiled and the meeting was over.

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Christine Forbes stood, with her arms crossed over her chest, by the window overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the hotel suite provided to her by the FBI. Pretty nice, Kevin was spending some time with his grandparents in Malibu. Her parents had been appalled at this recent course of events and her father was ready to call his congressman. She just smiled; her Dad was all bark and no bite. He was mush and she assured him that everything was under control.

Then her mind went to Agent Grant. God what a specimen he was! She recalled the intensity in his eyes when he reprimanded Adams. His arms bulging and his neck flexed in anger. She recalled the breadth of his chest. The short sleeve polo shirt he wore left nothing to the imagination, broad, hard as a rock muscle. They had been flexed in tension and anger but she could imagine those arms picking up a woman easily and carrying her into the bedroom to make long and glorious love to her. The long hair you wanted to run your hands through and those eyes- a woman could drown in those eyes. He was all man. She shivered; it had been a long time since a man made her shiver with just a thought. Zack Grant was, in one word, gorgeous. He had a powerful presence that filled a room, which attracted her. But there was a sensitive side to him too. She saw something in his eyes that morning when he looked at Kevin and saw the fear in his eyes, how apologetic he was at the way everything happened.

She was curious about what David had said about almost getting his son killed. What had happened there? Was he married? He didn’t wear a ring. David had really over done it. She resented him giving the impression that they were still married. It made him feel more macho. What a pile of crap that was. David Forbes, macho? Yeah right! When pigs fly!

Now- Zack Grant, macho. Yes, but only up to a point. He was so interesting; she could see just a touch of layers. She would really like to get to know him better, find out what was below the surface, but how? How could she find a way to get close without it seeming like a come-on? The circumstances couldn’t be worse, or could they? But then, if it hadn’t been for the circumstances, she wouldn’t have met him at all. She believed all things happen for a reason.

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Zack was sweeping up glass and had been doing so for the past two hours. He was by himself, the rest of his crew had come and gone. They had worked steadily for four hours and that was what they had promised. Four hours a day, for five days. Most of them had worked on things besides sweeping, they were gathering objects that either could be put back in their place or replaced and making an inventory list. All of them with the exception of Adams; he was not allowed anywhere near the Forbes’ residence; suspension of an undetermined time frame without pay.

It was a shame that the glass in the door was ruined because it was custom made. Four grand to replace the front door and the other beveled glass from the back door. The locks and the doors were damaged and needed to be replaced along with numerous other glass and ceramic objects through out the house. They would requisition someone to repair the damage. All of the doors were blocked with plywood until the repairs were complete.

Zack never understood why FBI agents felt the need to make such a mess when doing a search. He remembered what they had done to Seiko’s apartment after her death and he’d found out more just talking to her neighbor. It was a power thing; at least it always had been with him, but not anymore. Most of the guys had also commented that they went overboard with the breaking bit.

But the sweeping was Zack’s job. So here he was, working. He stopped to take a drink of the soda he brought with him; he glanced at a portrait still on the wall. It made him want to take a closer look, why didn’t he notice it before? It was Christine Forbes. What did they call it? A glamour shot. Her hair piled on her head in one of those playmate styles with curls falling all over bare shoulders; her makeup a little heavy, but she had this incredible open mouthed smile that seemed like an invitation. Her shoulders were gorgeously bare, revealing just a touch of silken skin above her breasts. It gave the illusion of nudity, but revealed nothing. Her chin was resting lightly on knuckles. She was bar none, one of the most beautiful women Zack had ever seen. She looked like a movie star; glamorous, untouchable- at least to Zack anyway.

“That was taken about five years ago, on a dare.” At the sound of her voice, Zack jumped. He didn’t realize she was in the house. He turned his head and looked at her, and then the portrait, then back to her.

“I think you look better now, this looks a little fake. Still beautiful, but a little contrived. I prefer natural.” He tried to sound calm when he felt anything but. She was standing before him in faded jeans and a scoop neck shirt that accentuated the natural curve of her breasts. Her feet were in slip-on sandals. Her hair was long, tucked behind her ears, and fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Her hands were in her back pockets as she stood sort of rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Believe me, it’s not who I am. Just a made up photo; my sister and I got drunk one night and did it on a dare. Then we gave them to our husbands for gifts.” She smiled in explanation.

“I’m surprised he didn’t take it with him, sorry, none of my business.” He quickly apologized.

“No need to apologize. He didn’t want it. My ex-husband is gay, Agent Grant. Pictures of women, any women have no place in his life. I leave it there because Kevin, my son, likes it.” She looked him square in the eye.

Zack was a little surprised that she chose to reveal this intimate detail of her life to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” Gay! What a waste of a beautiful woman. This is the kind of woman you lock in the bedroom for weeks at a time and come out only to eat. “Please, call me Zack.” Then the phone rang. She went to answer it; a few minutes later she left. Zack continued to work.

It was the third day of clean-up and he was finishing up in Kevin’s room, making a list of the items that would need to be replaced. The last was an item that hadn’t broken but had fallen behind the desk. He picked it up and stared at it. He felt his throat close up. It was a picture taken of Christine & Kevin the day of his birth. Her hair was damp with perspiration and pulled back away from her face – her cheeks were flushed, a lovely glow to her from the exertion of the task. She was smiling as she held her newborn son in her arms for the first time.

The frame was handmade, the kind a child made in grade school with glued macaroni around the edges, painted with gold spray paint with a caption that read ‘MOMMY & ME’. He didn’t have any such pictures of Eric, in fact he didn’t have any to speak of except those taken by others; school, Mary, and from various parties he’d gone to. Come to think of it, Sam’s parents had photos all over their house. But none like this.

Zack sat on the edge of the bed, staring at, but not actually seeing the photo. He wondered what his life would be like if Samantha hadn’t died that day. It had been so filled with panic; Eric born healthy and then in the blink of an eye, she stroked out and was dead. Things would’ve been so much easier for Eric if he’d had a mother, or even a father who gave a damn. He’d drown himself in work and missed a lot of Eric’s childhood. What an idiot he’d been.

That was how Christine found him, sitting perfectly still on the edge of Kevin’s bed with a photo of the two of them. But there was no smile on his face. It didn’t even seem as though he was actually looking at the photo but staring someplace else, looking at something only he could see. It was a bit disturbing. He was obviously deep in thought about something that had nothing to do with her and Kevin.

“Agent Grant? Are you alright?” She asked her voice soft and inquiring. “Agent Grant?”

Zack was so far away in his thoughts that he didn’t hear her. Then he saw a hand reach out to take the photo. The movement startled him so much he reacted instinctively. He grabbed the wrist, twisted the body and in a matter of seconds Christine Forbes was flat on her back with Zack flush on her, his one hand holding her hands above her head. His heart pumping like a freight train, her breath left her in a whoosh from the force of his powerful body restraining hers.

Zack looked down into those dark green depths and realized what He’d done. FUCK! “Christ! I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you. It was an automatic reaction. Are you okay?”

Christine’s first impulse to be afraid left as soon as she felt Zack’s rock hard body on hers. She could feel the moisture form between her legs along with a delicious quivering. God, he felt great, pressing hard on her but not hurting her. She was a little winded, her chest rising up and down in an exaggerated movement. “I’m fine. You didn’t hear me come in the room.” He released her hands and pulled himself up slightly. She reached up with her hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. “I asked if you were alright. You seemed miles away. I’m sorry I startled you.” Her voice was soft. She cupped his cheek with her hand, rubbed her thumb against his bottom lip and pulled him down towards her. She may not get another opportunity. It was now or never.

Zack looked at her; he saw something that surprised him. Desire. Her hand was soft against his stubbled jaw, her fingers softly playing with his lower lip. Her hand was pulling on his head to bring him closer. He complied. He leaned down to taste her, just a quick taste. His arms were on each side of her on the bed. Their lips connected in a short kiss. He raised his head to gaze into her eyes. She smiled, opened her mouth and he descended in a passion filled kiss that he hadn’t experienced in God knows how long. His lips devoured hers. Each movement was an open mouth exploration of the senses. He could feel the heat in her body through the clothes they wore.

She shifted her legs, opening them slightly so he could slide between them. She wanted to feel his hardness where it really counted. She groaned in her arousal and wanted so much to make love with him, right here and now. He pressed down and she raised her leg to pull his body closer. Her arms snaked around his back feeling the rock hard muscles there, flexing to hold his body upright. He wore a simple t-shirt that barely concealed the breadth of chest and back. The shirt was slightly moist, from the exertion of his work, clinging to his back and arms.

Zack was in heaven. This woman, the one he’d dreamt about, was in his arms. He knew his erection was pressing into her mound. There was no way to conceal it. She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she more than welcomed him there between her thighs. He kissed her lips, taking possession. He moved his lips to her neck, she smelled of vanilla and something else. Arousal.

Her skin was smooth as silk and he lowered onto one elbow and used the other hand to feel the skin where her pants and shirt didn’t quite come together. The miniscule shirt she wore did nothing to contain those beautiful breasts, just a thin strap tee. He brought his hand under the soft cotton up to cup her breast in his hand. It filled his hand; he rubbed the tip with his thumb. It distended quickly. He lowered his wet lips to take the nipple in his mouth; tugging on it with his mouth and then pulling back in a sucking motion, moving his tongue all around the pink bud.

She stretched her neck back and thrust her chest towards him, “Oh God, I’m falling. Where are you taking me?” Her voice was a hushed whisper.

He could feel her hands pulling on his shirt from the back. Then they reached back to cup his ass to pull him closer to her. She thrust the lower half of her body to rub against his burgeoning erection. He felt himself get harder with each movement.

“I’m taking you to pleasure, and back.” Then he pulled back just slightly to look at her, “Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was husky with desire.

Her response was soft, “I can’t remember wanting anything more.”

Then he kissed her hard, his tongue playing with hers. He pulled her top over her head, and she pulled his. They were skin to skin. He gazed into her face, the skin was flushed and heated, her eyes bright with unfulfilled expectation. He lowered his hands to the waistband of her jeans; they were those low cut ones with only three buttons. They slipped out easily and his hands were touching her softness. She wore only a tiny whisp of a covering, a thong of very thin elastic and just a triangle of nylon. It was already damp.

“You’re so hot and wet. I want you so much.” Zack’s voice was a raspy whisper as his fingers penetrated into her folds.

“Oh Zack, I want you too. From the first, I wanted to be with you.” She kissed his chest as her hands moved around to the front snap of his jeans. The zipper came down with slight resistance considering what was behind it. She reached in and found the velvet strength of him, she pulled and he increased in size. Zack groaned.

“Oh God, that feels so good.” They continued their exploration and their jeans slowly moved down. Zack’s cock had been released and he moved to pull one leg of her pants down just so he had access. He was at her heated entrance, he could feel how wet she was for him. His hand was there, just slightly moving her softness to accommodate him, her fluids on his fingers, he rose up and was about to enter her when …..

SLAM! The door! Then those fateful words, “MOM!!! MOM!!! Are you here?”

“FUCK!!!” Was all Zack could say. Both of them bounced off the bed like they had been yanked with bungee cords. He pulled away and it was a mad scramble of clothing. He was shaking as he had to really push to get his erection back in his pants and his shirt back on. This had to be the most embarrassing moment in his life, not to mention painful. Christ! The zipper on his pants was making an indentation on his cock of monumental proportions. He winced.

“MOM! Where are you?” Thump, thump, thump up the stairs. Kevin’s voice resounded down the hall. Christine had to work her other leg into the pants and her hands trembled so badly from the unfulfilled passion that she thought she would splinter into a thousand pieces before she got them buttoned. Her nipples were standing straight out of the tee she wore, she scanned the room. A sweatshirt, great; she quickly grabbed it and threw it on. Kev’s, it fit. A little baggy but it did the trick. “MOM!!!”

She took deep breaths to try to quell her tremors from their passion. What a time for Kevin to come home. She glanced at her watch, only 12:30. What was he doing home from school so soon? SHIT! She rushed to the mirror; she had red marks from Zack’s lips on her neck. She saw Zack out of the corner of her eye, he was dressed but facing the corner trying to get control of his body.

“I’m up here, honey.” She walked over and in a soft voice, “Zack are you okay? I’m so sorry about this. I wasn’t expecting him home so soon.” Her apology was sincere.

Zack turned and looked at her, god what a vision she was with her hair in messy tumbles, her lips red and wet. He could see her shake ever so gently. “I’m fine. Just took me by surprise that’s all. All of it.” He gazed into her eyes and smiled. He reached and stroked his finger down her cheek. Then he reached for the broom and dustpan to get back to work.

“Oh here you are.” Kevin’s voice was one of relief. “Why didn’t you answer me?” He noticed Zack but said nothing.

“Don’t know, we were cleaning in here. What are you doing home so early?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking, feigning a nonchalance she really didn’t feel.

“Something about a broken water pipe- the gym and lockers were all flooded and the janitors were making a mad dash to keep it from flowing into the rest of the school so they let us go early. Isn’t it great?” He was all smiles to be out of school so early. His brown curly hair was falling across his forehead; his green eyes sparkled in joy at the prospect of an afternoon off.

“Yeah, honey. It’s just great.” But in her mind, she was thinking, why did it have to be today? “Are you hungry? I don’t think there’s much in the way of food yet. Maybe we could get a burger, a burrito or something?”

“Mom, Jason asked if I could come over to see his new video set up. He said his mom would feed us. Can I please? I don’t have any homework. PLEASE!” His eyes were pleading; if only he knew how easy she was to convince at the moment.

“I suppose it will be okay. I want you home by 5:00. Remember, you’re having dinner with your Dad and John tonight. You don’t want to be late.” She reminded him, but inside she was thinking of the empty house and Zack for over four hours. A shiver went down her back and right between her legs. SHIT!! She was about to jump out of her skin over this guy. He was worth every shiver.

“Oh Mom, do I have to? That John is weird. The way he looks at dad. YUK!!” Kevin’s whine was unmistakable. There had been no lies to Kevin about David’s lifestyle, it was an unusual situation to say the least and Kevin was not comfortable with it. Who knows if he ever would be; that was David’s can of worms not Christine’s.

“Now Kevin, we talked about this. You know your dad lives differently than we do. He’s still your father and he loves you very much. This means a lot to him. You’ll go. It won’t kill you. It’s just dinner.” She softly chided him. But this was as much as she would do, besides it was part of the custody agreement. As Kevin got older, getting him to spend time with his dad was harder and harder.

Kevin rolled his eyes and then nodded reluctantly. Christine suspected he would’ve agreed to a root canal to go to Jason’s. Then in a shot he was running down the hall and towards the door. SLAM! As quickly as he was there he was gone. Christine smiled to herself. The smile dissipated when she turned to find Zack gone. Where did he go? She left the room. She searched the house and saw that his car was gone. HOLY SHIT!!! He left without so much as a good bye, see ya later or anything, not even a ‘thanks for the almost fuck’.

She went back to Kevin’s bedroom. What was it Zack saw in the photograph? She picked it up and set it on the dresser top. She glanced around; there was so much work to be done. The FBI was returning her computers tomorrow so she could get caught up on her life. But not far from the surface was the memory of the incredible body of Zack Grant. One thing was for sure, he wasn’t gay. Far from it!

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Zack sat in his car, looking at his hands so tight on the steering wheel he thought they would break, the knuckles white. What the fuck had he almost done? Could it have been any more stupid? Christ, he almost fucked Christine Forbes right there on her son’s bed. If the boy had been fifteen minutes later, Christ, it doesn’t bear thinking about. The problem was, God forgive him, he wanted to go back and finish. The thought of being totally enclosed in her heat left him so hard he felt like he had a steel pipe in his pants. He could barely move. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted a woman so much.

She wanted him too. That was all too obvious, she said so. Could she have been any more responsive? If she had, they would’ve burned the house down. But if a whisper of this got back to the boss, his ass would be grass for sure.

The problem was, he liked Christine Forbes, really liked her, she was natural and without any artifice. With the situation considering the search and how poorly everything went, she could’ve made his life hell. But she didn’t. She had been compassionate to the mistake and willing to compromise with a realistic solution. Was it because she’d been attracted to him from the start like she said? It was a little hard for Zack to believe, look where she lived? She could have anybody she wanted and she wanted to be with Zack. Really? Well, her body wanted him anyway. That she couldn’t hide.

Who was he kidding? All of his previous insecurities came to the surface. He hadn’t really been with anyone special since Samantha died. God, ten years, what was his problem? He liked women and he’d had his share of bed partners over the years. But there hadn’t been anyone he really wanted to pursue. Until now.

Mary was always chiding him about his lack of enthusiasm in the relationship department. He’d thought about a life with her, but they both agreed it wouldn’t work; friends yes, anything more, forget it. She drove him nuts with her personality quirks and that ridiculous humming. She was a basket case of weird habits and they all drove Zack over the bend. So she spent time with Eric and they went to ball games or movies when she was in town, anything where Zack didn’t have to be in close quarters with her. He smiled as he thought of her; she had a heart of gold, it was her mind that made him crazy.

His mind went back to Christine Forbes; she was way out of his league. He knew, as sure as he was born; a relationship with her bore nothing but trouble. But God, she was heaven in his arms, so soft and responsive. He could only imagine what it would’ve been like inside her. Hot and wet. They had gotten so close. He looked at his hands again and thought of those fingers inside her, thumbing her to orgasm, her writhing up and down and moaning in delight.

Christ, this was getting him nowhere. What was he going to do now? He still had a few days left to work at her house. How was he going to avoid her? Did he want to avoid her? Yes, and no!

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Zack decided to take a day off from the cleaning of Christine’s house and get caught up on paperwork at the office. He was still in a puzzle over what had happened with the search warrants, so he decided to do a little investigating. He walked into the inner sanctum of computers and computer geeks. They did great work here, all the people here worked hard and also did simpler work like printing documents of an official nature, search warrants.

“Steve, can you bring up a search on Christian Fortes?”

“Sure, why?” He started typing.

“I want to see how many search warrants were issued.” Zack responded. The computer screen flashed and blipped. Then it settled to a database screen.

“How odd.” Steve’s brow was crinkled in thought as he looked at the information before him on the monitor.

“What’s odd?”

“Well, in the data base it says there were two warrants issued and printed on the date in question. But when you view the warrants themselves, there’s only one.” Steve was pressing buttons.

“So, what does that mean, exactly?” Zack asked, his mind surmising that maybe he wasn’t off his rocker after all.

“What it means, Agent Grant, is that one of the warrants has been deleted. The total in the database can’t be altered so it revealed that there were two issued. But visually we only have one,” he explained.

“So someone originated another warrant but deleted it as soon as it was printed?” Zack surmised out loud.

“It looks that way. It really wouldn’t be that hard to do, warrants are created with a basic form. It is basically a fill in the blanks sort of thing. Anybody with access could do it.” Steve explained.

“How many people have access?”

“Anybody with the pass code, which is about half of the office,” he said. Zack sighed.

“FUCK! That doesn’t help much. At least I know I wasn’t mistaken about the address. Does it say how many warrants were printed, or from which machine they were created?” Zack said.

Steve started typing away when he spoke, “That is easier because there are only a limited number of machines with this particular software program and it’s not networked so you can’t access it from an outside terminal. There are 6 machines here and then of course legal has access to all of it. I think there are about 24 machines in legal.”

“Christ, 30 machines capable of creating a bogus search warrant.” Zack shook his head in disgust.

“Zack, don’t be such a pessimist. Think about it, 30 machines out of how many? There must 500 or so in this office. That is only about 6%. If you give me some time I might be able to narrow it down a bit to find which machine generated the phony paper. Oh, and to answer your first question. There were 2 warrants printed of the one that disappeared.” Steve explained, but he had a gleam in his eye which told Zack he was chopping at the bit to put his vast expertise to work to find the culprit. Steve was the kind of computer geek that the bureau was grateful to have on their side because he was capable of breaking a multitude of laws with his computer knowledge but chose to use it constructively. Personally Zack thought it was the power that gave Steve the rush. He inwardly smiled.

He went back to his office. What it meant, he had no idea; but something wasn’t right, he felt it in his gut. There was someone who purposely mislead them to Christine’s. But who, the why was easy, M-O-N-E-Y. He decided to hold onto this information until Steve could get him a name, or some names. Try to follow the money, which was usually the best way.

He looked at his watch, 1:00. He needed to finish Kevin Forbe’s bedroom. If he was lucky, she would be at work. So, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

All the drive over Zack could do nothing but remember the softness of Christine Forbes body. It made him hot all over. Last night he’d spent an hour in a cold shower just to get his body back to something somewhat livable so at least he would be able to sleep. But when he leaned back in the shower he could do nothing but think of her hot little body. He could just imagine how tight the fuck would be. Then he grabbed his cock and pulled and jerked until he spurted in a huge volcano of fluid against the shower wall. He tried to ease his mind but it didn’t help much. Why couldn’t he get her out of his mind? Because he really didn’t want to, that’s why. Some answers were just too obvious to deny.

When Zack got to the house she was no where to be seen, Thank God! As much as he wanted her, he knew it would be nothing short of the monumental annihilation of his career if he fucked her. If Fukes even thought for a moment that he’d fucked her, it would be all over. So he worked quickly to be gone and finished before she got back. He didn’t hear the front door open or the soft footsteps on the richly carpeted stairs.

“Hello.” The words were soft and seductive. “You left so quickly the other day I didn’t have a chance to apologize.” Christine was standing at the door to Kevin’s room, making no effort to enter.

Zack’s head snapped up at the first inflection of her voice. He gazed at her and felt his heart race at the sight of her. She was dressed for work, a killer cream colored suit that hugged her curves, but not overly so. The skirt was short with a short double breasted jacket. There was a green pin on the lapel. Her shoes were mile high sandals in a dark green. SHIT! Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful?

“No apology necessary. I thought it best, at the time.” He said huskily. He needed to retreat as quickly as possible.

“You’re embarrassed over what happened between us.” Christine surmised out loud.

“Why do you say that?” he asked somewhat evasively.

“Because your face is flushed and you can’t look me in the eye,” she stated bluntly.

At her words, he looked her square in the eye. “Look, it was a mistake. We just got carried away by circumstances. It won’t happen again, I assure you.” His voice was strong; he wished he was a little more convinced of himself.

She took a step towards him, he stepped back. She looked somewhat hurt. “Why was it a mistake? I admit the timing was off, but I thought we felt something mutual.” Her voice was curious.

“Look, it was lust, nothing more. You’re an incredibly desirable woman. There isn’t a straight man on the planet that wouldn’t feel something for a woman like you and I’m a man like any other. Don’t make it out to be more than it was.” He hated the words as soon as he spoke them, but it was the only way to keep her at a distance.

“Really, there wasn’t anything else? But I felt it. A connection, that day in your office,” she said openly. She could tell he was doing what he needed to do to bring a distance between them, but she didn’t understand why.

“Christine, the last thing I need right now is a physical relationship with a woman who has the power to break my career. I have too much at stake than to risk it on a hot fuck with you.”

“What makes you think I have the power to ruin your career? Why would I do that?” she asked. What the hell was he talking about?

Zack took a deep breath and spoke quietly, “This incident with your home and the search warrant wasn’t a simple clerical error. There is something terribly wrong with the whole thing. I KNOW the warrant had your address on it. I have never made that kind of a mistake in my life, mistakes, yes, but not like that. There are too many safeguards built into the system to avoid that very thing and yet, it still happened. I have to straighten it out if I want to salvage my career. You’re in the middle of it; I can’t venture out of a professional affiliation with you. As much as I would enjoy it, I can’t. You may have nothing to lose, but I have fifteen years in and I’m not about to throw it all away for you.”

“I see, I thought it was between you and me; a man and woman who were attracted to each other. It has nothing to do with your job or the work you do. I want you and you want me. Why can’t it be that simple?”

“It may be for you, but unfortunately not for me, if the circumstances were different, maybe. What am I saying? Look, if the circumstances were different we would never have met. Face it; we aren’t in the same world Ms. Forbes. You wouldn’t normally give a guy like me a second look and you know it.” His voice was just a tad caustic.

Christine couldn’t imagine a red blooded woman on any planet that wouldn’t give Zack Grant a second look, “Do you think I’m that much of a snob?” she asked heatedly.

“I bet the suit you have on cost more than I make in a month. We don’t exactly frequent the same hangouts. I go to ball games. I imagine you go to the opera. I eat take out chicken, I ‘m sure you eat caviar.” He was getting exasperated.

“Bullshit! What went on between us had nothing to do with the kind of clothes I wear or whether I go to ball games or the opera or what kind of food we eat. It had to do with mutual attraction, heat and passion, yours and mine. You haven’t even bothered to ask me how I feel about it. And make no mistake Zack; it is all about feelings, yours and mine. I wanted to be with you, to feel everything with you that a man and woman can feel together. Why is that so awful? I felt something with you I haven’t felt in a long time for anybody. It’s as simple as that. I don’t care what you do for a living or how much money you make or don’t make. It has little bearing on what almost happened on that bed.” She pointed to the bed.

“Look, this is getting us nowhere. We aren’t going to fuck! Is that clear? I have another agenda and you’re not in it,” he stated flatly. He knew he was close to losing his control with her. So to avoid anything further he dropped it, grabbed his jacket and left the room. His goal; get out, fast. The entire time she was speaking he could see the rise and fall of her breasts under the clothing she wore. He could just imagine the whisper of nothing she wore underneath. It was such a turn on that he moved as fast as his legs would carry him.

Christine couldn’t believe her ears, what ever she thought would happen, this wasn’t even close. How could she stop him? She couldn’t, this was the way he wanted it. He was wrong about her, but she couldn’t change what he thought, at least not at the moment. Maybe when he got everything straightened out with the warrant she’d have another chance. She suddenly felt lonely as she watched him walk, almost run down the hall and down the stairs just to get away from her. Rejection, she had her share of it, but this was different. He admitted he wanted her but because of his work he refus