Cast the Cards

“No!”

“I want to be inside you when you come. Buried so deep neither of us can remember all the fucked-up shit going on around us.”

The raw honesty behind his words killed herfaster than any prettied words would have.

“Yes.”

“Thank God.” His mumbled words made her smirk. Kicking off her flip flops, she stepped from the material encasing her ankles.

He stood, shoving his sweatpants and boxers down around his ankles as he sat back down on the chair. His cock spra

ng free. Ten inches of quivering male seeped milky white fluid. A vein ran on the underside of his girth. There would be no bed, dim lighting, or whispers. This was release and comfort. A moment of blissful peace during the constant barrage of pain they’d been forced into at every turn with this case.

“Protection?”

Swiveling his chair he rummaged in the desk drawer and turned back around with a reflective square in his hand. She snatched it from his fingertips and grinned.

“I believe it’s my turn.”

With a firm grip on his cock she bent and flicked the vein that stood out in his swollen member. He jerked and grunted. The guttural sound made her pussy gush liquid that spilled onto her upper thighs.

“Vannah.” Pulling back, she stroked him until iridescent beads of liquid flowed in a steady stream. Licking her hand clean she opened the square and rolled the condom down on his rock-hard shaft. She climbed onto his lap.

“Guide yourself in, Carey.”

When he grasped the base of his cock, she eased down onto him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he spread her walls. Flexing around him, she moaned. His masculine grunt joined her as she stretched to accommodate him inch by inch.

When she was fully seated she nodded. He grasped her hips, lifted her up, and brought her down in smooth strokes that made her cry out. Their gazes were like lasers locked onto a target. There were no words. The sound of lovemaking and rapid breathing filled the room.

Her muscles clamped down on him. A miniature earthquake swept through her body. White light flooded behind her eyelids. Pumping faster, he rode through the explosion, joining her a few moments later. His harsh, strangled cry echoed in her ears.

Spent, she draped herself over him. Their sweat-slickened bodies molded together as they came down.

***

“Wow seems like an underwhelming word, but it’s all I got.”

She laughed and he breathed a mental sigh of relief. We’re going to be okay.

“No, I’d say that about sums it up.”

“Good.” Brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, he offered up a genuine smile. “Thank you, Savannah.”

“You’re welcome.” They leaned in as one, lips connecting, and throwing sparks very different from the ones that had led them into this position.

“Thank you.” The words whispered against his lips did funny things to his stomach. Girly things he didn’t dare thinkg too hard on. Alarm bells rang and red flags waved. I can’t afford to do this. She’s my partner. Right now this case is all that matters. Oh God… Clark. His ardor quickly became cooled. How am I going to explain this? I just did the one thing he’ll never be able to. Guilt rushed in like a flash flood, clogging his throat and making it hard to breathe.

“We should get cleaned up, huh?” He feigned normalcy, hoping she wouldn’t pick up on his unease.

“Yeah. I have to say this wasn’t the cool-down method I had in mind when I came over.” Her wry delivery made him snort.

“No? And here I thought you’d been planning this for weeks.”

“Oh, you got me, Carey.” Her high-pitched mockery moved them into more familiar territory. She drew back and stood. “I’m going to shower in the guest room.” He nodded. “Meet you out here in fifteen?”

“Sounds good.”

Despite the nudity they’d slipped back into their partner roles. They both knew this case was too big to blow over feelings, sexual or other. Jesus, when I dig a hole, I dig it deep. Lost in his musings, he disposed the condom in the master bathroom.