So, you requested a third chapter… ta daa! Sorry it's taken a while, I've got a few other stories on the go, but hopefully it was worth the wait! This chapter is rated M. You have been warned ;-)

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Chapter Three

Wow. That was the only coherent thought that Gillian could form – just wow. Of course, Cal had been right in everything he'd said when describing the 'best she'd never had' – her heart did beat faster when he was around, they had chemistry, and she'd always known he would be a good kisser. But this fantastic… well, that had been very unexpected. She was leaning back on the cushion, her hands around Cal's neck as he continued to make her quiver with that tongue of his. His lips eventually left hers to trail a line of kisses down her throat and neck, and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure.

Cal pulled away slightly, looking into her eyes. "You sure this is what you want, love?" His eyes flicked briefly to the empty bottles of wine.

Gillian nodded. "I'm not drunk, Cal. A little light-headed, maybe, but I know what I want. You don't have to feel guilty about taking advantage or anything." She stroked his chest lightly as she spoke, and he smiled down at her. "What about you?" she asked suddenly, uncertainty flashing across her face.

"Oh, this is definitely what I want," he murmured, pressing a light kiss to her temple. "After years of waiting at the sidelines of your life, finally I get my chance to shine."

"You've never been at the sidelines, Cal," she said, stroking his face with her hands. "Don't you get it?" She pulled him towards her for another long, deep kiss, revelling in the feel of his body crushed against hers, then broke away, both of them a little breathless. "You're the centre," she whispered.

His face split into a grin as he tugged at her dressing gown. "Same, love," he said, groaning in appreciation when he saw her sexy underwear. "Now tell me, Foster, why you're wearing sexy underwear like this tonight? Surely you didn't imagine that my coming over for work-related matters would result in us sleeping together?"

"Certainly not!" she said. "I just put on whatever came to hand first. You were rushing me, remember?"

He studied her face, trying to decide if she was lying, and she giggled. "What's the matter, Cal? Can't read me?"

"I can always read you, darling." He dipped his face to hers again, kissing her with such passion she actually gasped when he pulled away. "Ever thought that might make me an even better lover?"

"I have, as it happens," she admitted, smiling at him flirtatiously.

"Oh really? I wouldn't have thought a good girl like you would think of things like that." He continued his exploration of her body, his hands sliding lower and lower, and she fought hard to form words properly.

"I'm not such a good girl though, am I?"

"Well, we're about to find out, aren't we?" He raised an eyebrow at her, grinning wickedly as he brought his lips to hers again.

"Bedroom," Gillian moaned against his lips, tugging at his shirt.

"Such a traditionalist, Gill. What's wrong with the couch?" Cal teased her.

"Uh uh." She shook her head. "I've spent too many years thinking about having you in my bed, I'm not going to pass up the opportunity now."

"Years?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "You've only been divorced six months Dr Foster… don't tell me you were thinking about having me in your bed while you were still married to Alec?"

Gillian blushed and averted her eyes, mumbling something incoherent.

"Hey." Cal lifted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Don't feel ashamed, love. I used to think about you while I was still married." He smiled as her face registered surprise. "Don't tell me you didn't know? Come on, Foster. How long have we danced around this? Our respective spouses never stood a chance," he added softly, and Gillian swallowed.

"This will change everything," she whispered, her hands rubbing light circles on his chest. Cal saw a flash of uncertainty cross her face, but her eyes were still dark with arousal, and she was lightly biting her bottom lip.

"Yes," he answered simply. "And it's about time." Pulling her close to him, he kissed her again, this time trying to pour as much love into the kiss as passion. Together they stumbled towards the bedroom, and as Gillian's hand reached for the door handle and pushed it open, Cal saw the uncertainty was gone from her face. Still, he had to ask. "You sure about this, love?"

She didn't answer – at least not in words. I guess there's more than one way to answer a question with your tongue, Cal reflected with amusement as he responded enthusiastically to Gillian. He pushed her dressing gown the rest of the way off her, drinking in the sight of her toned body in sexy underwear. "God, you're beautiful," he said, reaching behind her to unhook her bra and pulling it off her in seconds. He reached down to remove the final piece of her underwear, but she giggled and took a step back.

"Now, Cal, I hardly think it's fair that I'm almost naked and you're practically fully dressed."

"I 'spose you're right," he conceded, watching her lustfully as she lay herself down on the bed, propped up on her elbows, waiting. Although desperate to feel her naked body pressed against his, Cal took his time removing his clothing, enjoying watching her eyes, dark with arousal, travel across his body as he slowly undressed in front of her. When the last item of clothing had been removed, he stepped towards her. "Now we're almost even," he said, smiling as he saw her wriggle in anticipation. Pulling her underwear off slowly, he marvelled at the feel of her legs, so smooth and soft and utterly perfect. Dropping her panties onto the floor, he crawled over her, his hands either side of her head, then lowered his mouth to hers as their tongues came together in another passionate kiss.

"Do you have any idea," Cal murmured as he pulled his lips away from hers, "how much I want to touch you?" His hands found their way between her legs and she let out a moan of pleasure. "How much I want to make you come…" he continued, stroking her, and a gasp escaped her lips as his finger caressed her g-spot.

"Cal…" she moaned, and the sound of his name spurred him on as he added another finger, stroking her harder and faster.

"You feel amazing," he told her, pressing his lips to hers. Already short of breath from being on the brink of orgasm, Gillian had to pull away quickly before she passed out, and took in a huge gulp of air as Cal buried his face in her neck, biting her gently as his fingers continued their magical work, driving her ever closer to release. The feel of her, her softness and wetness, and the sounds she was making was almost enough to get him off without her even touching him. The power of this woman, he thought with a grin. And she doesn't even realise how fantastic she is.

"Cal," she panted, gripping his shoulders tightly. "I'm…" Before she could say the words she tumbled over the edge, digging her nails into his back as the exquisite pleasure washed over her in waves.

Cal watched her face; he'd seen Gillian happy before, but with the look of pure bliss on her delicate features she was even more beautiful than he'd ever seen her. Pulling his hand away, he held his fingers up to his lips. Gillian opened her eyes and watched as Cal licked his fingers, her eyes widening slightly. "Mm," he said appreciatively, and Gillian licked her lips as she watched him suck on his fingers, the sight turning her on more than she'd imagined it could. "Delicious," he murmured. "But you know, it just makes me want to taste you even more." He shifted himself lower on the bed and slid his hands under her legs for support.

"Cal," she said, realising what he was going to do and wanting him to wait until she'd had the chance to repay the favour. "Isn't it your turn now?" she managed to say as Cal placed his hands underneath her ass and dipped his face to her.

"Nope," he said. Although his erection was straining for attention, he could wait. He would wait, for her. As his tongue made contact with her most intimate area, Gillian let out a muffled scream. He licked her again, more slowly this time, and Gillian wrapped her hands around the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. Her screams become louder as he flicked his tongue inside her, and Cal wondered briefly if she was always this vocal during sex, or if it was just because of him.

"Cal," she screamed, knowing the sound of his name turned him on and wanting to give him something to repay his generosity, the likes of which she'd never seen in the bedroom. As he continued to ravage her with his tongue, Gillian's breathing become even shorter, and she knew it wouldn't take her as long to come this time – she'd barely recovered from her last orgasm and here she was again, on the edge of ecstasy.

She placed her hands on Cal's head, tangling her fingers through his hair. Her nails scraped along his scalp, making him grow even harder, not that he'd thought that possible. A few seconds later he felt her shiver, and she let out a louder scream as her second orgasm of the night overtook her. Cal drew his tongue slowly along her one more time, then gently began kissing his way up her body, over her stomach and breasts before clamping his lips firmly on hers.

"Alright love?" he whispered, trailing kisses across her cheek and beginning to suck lightly on her earlobe.

"Fantastic," she breathed, running her hands over his back. "Just… give me a minute and I'll…" She reached between his legs, groaning when she felt how hard he was for her. "I won't make you wait much longer," she promised. "Just… have to…"

Cal ran his finger delicately along her jaw, bringing his lips down from her ear to her neck. After a few moments, Gillian pulled herself upright a little more. "Okay," she breathed, feeling Cal's erection still pressed against her thigh and not wanting him to have to wait a moment longer. As she started to shift her position, Cal lightly pushed her back down on the bed.

"Much as I'd love that, darling," he said, his hot breath tickling her neck, "I want to be inside you."

Gillian's breath caught in her throat as she realised what that would mean. "I don't know if I can…" she began, but as she felt Cal slide into her, she was amazed to find she was wet for him again.

"You can," he told her, starting to move inside her with a slowness that was the sweetest torture she'd ever known.

"Are you going for a record?" she wheezed as he slowly began to increase his rhythm. She thrust her hips towards him, desperate for release and at the same time never wanting this moment to end.

He grinned at her. "Any of your other lovers make you come three times within minutes?" She smiled as she gave a quick shake of her head, arousal still written across her face as he began to thrust into her harder and faster. "Come for me, darling," he coaxed her, feeling himself draw closer. How he'd managed to hold off for this long he had no idea, but he was determined to bring Gillian with him – he wasn't going to settle for just twice.

"Cal," she cried, as she approached the brink of her third orgasm. The sound of her crying out his name proved too much – unable to hold off any longer, he spent himself inside her, thrusting once more as she came seconds later, clinging to him as her muscles tightened around him.

For a few moments they clung to one another, their bodies crushed together, their heart rates gradually beginning to slow. "Wow," was all Gillian could manage. Cal slowly withdrew from her, immediately feeling bereft from the loss of contact. As he lay beside her, Gillian wrapped her leg over him, allowing him to feel her warmth and wetness against his thigh. She ran her hand over his chest, lightly tracing erratic patterns, and nuzzled her face into his neck. "Wow," she repeated.

"Inclined to agree with you on that one, love." He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, pulling her in even closer to him, his other hand lightly brushing up and down her arm.

"So… I guess now you're not the best I've never had," Gillian said at last with a laugh, and Cal put on a mock confused expression.

"Hey, I thought that was Loker's role?"

She smiled at him. "Will you settle for being the best I've ever had?"

"Better than John and Tony?"

She laughed. "Yes. Especially since they don't exist."

"And Dan and Mike?"

"Definitely," she said, kissing his neck and snuggling even closer to him.

"Then I guess I'll accept that." He smiled down at her, her radiant beauty still taking his breath away. "And you're mine, love," he added, "just in case you haven't figured that out."

The double meaning in his words did not go unnoticed by Gillian, and she felt warmth spreading through her body that although very different from the amazing orgasm Cal had just given her was just as wonderful.

"Guess we'll have to find new ones, then, eh?" he said, and she swatted at him playfully.

"Don't you dare."

"Ooh, getting jealous now are we? I don't know, women. We sleep together once and all of a sudden I'm not even allowed to think about other women."

"Fine," she said, arching an eyebrow at him. "If that's how you want to play… Ben took me out on the town in Vegas, and he was rather 'wowed' by my appearance." She blushed slightly. "We had a great night… I'm thinking he should be my new 'best I've never had'… or perhaps it's a tie between him and Loker?"

"Okay. I take it back. This is a stupid game that we really shouldn't play anymore." She laughed at the hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Loker is young," she continued thoughtfully. "So he's probably got a lot of stamina…"

"Hey!" Now Cal sounded personally offended. "I've got plenty of stamina, thank you."

She laughed softly. "Yes, you have."

"You know, Torres is young too…" he began, and she sat up a little, looking down on him with a disdainful but slightly amused expression.

"Okay. Let's just stop this now, and make a pact. You and I will never sleep with Loker, Torres, Reynolds, or anyone else at the office."

"Oh, but Loker and I get on so well."

"Tough." She grinned at him. "From now on the only person you're allowed to sleep with at the office is your partner."

"What about outside the office?"

"Funny, Cal," she said, feigning sarcasm, but her mind flashed to him and Zoe. She knew they'd slept together since the divorce, even fairly recently… she had a pull over him that Gillian wasn't sure she'd ever be able to match. Plus, she was the mother of his child, for goodness sake.

"Don't worry about Zoe," he said, answering her silent question and she couldn't help laughing.

"You always could read me so well."

"Yeah. Sorry about that love." He studied her face closely – so beautiful, so open, so honest.

"It's okay," she said softly. "I don't mind. Well, sometimes I do." They both laughed. "But mostly, I love that you know me so well."

If she'd omitted a few words from that last sentence, Cal thought, it might just be the most perfect thing he'd ever heard anyone say. He pressed a light kiss to her shoulder and she ran her hand up his chest, resting above his heart. Yes, the sex had been amazing, as he'd known it would be. But in a way, this was even better – holding Gillian so close, feeling her breath fall softly on his neck, her legs wrapped around his, her body pressed tightly against him, so smooth and soft and warm… Yes, this was definitely the best he'd ever had. The best he ever would have, of that he was certain. Now he'd finally been able to establish his place in her life, he wasn't going to let her go.

"Cal?" She sounded as if she were about to drop off to sleep.

"Mm?" he replied, almost as languidly.

"I love you."

He smiled as he kissed her hair, running his hands down her face and tilting her chin so she was forced to meet his eyes. "I love you too," he told her, delighting in the blissful smile that spread across her face at his words. With a contented sigh she let her head rest on his shoulder, her hand gently caressing his chest. That was the best sentence he'd ever heard her speak, and tonight had definitely been the best of his life. And Gillian – she was definitely the best thing that had ever happened to him. "Just think," he murmured, feeling as though he could drift off to sleep at any moment too. "If I hadn't needed to look over those files tonight, this might never have happened."

"Oh, I think it would have," she said sleepily, lifting her head slightly to give him a dazzling smile. "You wouldn't have been able to resist me for much longer."

Cal laughed. "I don't know how I resisted you for as long as I did," he told her honestly.

"Well, you know what they say Cal." She brushed her lips against his for a slow, sweet kiss. "The best things in life are worth waiting for."