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“Cas.” Ophelia rolls her eyes, obviously not impressed with the suggestion.

I’m about to kiss the irritated little frown right off her lips when an idea seems to strike her.

“Did Audra mention the name of the advertising company the campaign’s working with?”

“I don’t believe she did.”

Dropping my hand, Ophelia pulls her phone out of her pocket and fires off a text. The reply comes just a few moments later, and she grins.

“Come on,” she says, taking my hand again. “I did a job a few weeks back that involved an executive at that same firm, and have a contact who might be able to help us.”

Part of me still wants to protest, to tease and tempt and cajole her until she agrees to take one short day away from the case. But I stop myself, enjoying the simple pleasure of seeing that spark in her eye as she sinks into her element, and I’m more than happy to let her lead me away from the bar.

As much as I’d like to have her back in my bed, and fully plan to later tonight, I can’t deny this is wonderful, too. The two of us, working together, trusting one another, setting off for the first time as true partners on the case.

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Ophelia

“Ophelia,” Cas groans, hands tangled in the back of my hair as I take him deep within my throat.

He’s sprawled out on one of the expensive-looking leather sofas in his study, head thrown back and face twisted up in something I almost might call pain, if I didn’t know better.

I hum around his cock and he groans again, fingers tightening in my hair as he thrusts into my mouth where I’m kneeling on the rug beside the sofa. He’s right on the edge, barely in control of himself. The heady rush of power that runs through me when I glance up from under lowered lashes makes me crave nothing more than to send him tumbling right over that edge.

Picking up the pace a little, I draw him deeper, absolutely merciless as I push him closer and closer.

“Ophelia,” he gasps. “I’m going to—”

He moves like he’s going to pull out of my mouth, but whatever good manners he thinks he’s trying to preserve, fuck that.

Before he can withdraw, I reach up and back and cover both his hands with one of mine, squeezing in a silent command tokeep them right where they are. I relax my jaw and let him move me just how he wants, fuck my mouth just how he wants.

Cas gives in to that command without a fight, surrendering completely.

Wild, uncontrolled, he uses me to find his pleasure. He comes with one last buck of his hips, holding me to him as he spills into my mouth, down my throat, a desperate, broken moan echoing in his chest.

“Fuck,” he pants, head thrown back and eyes closed.

I slide off of him and take my sweet time torturing him just a little more as he comes down from his orgasm. I explore him with lips and tongue and teeth—the firm muscle of his thighs and the deep vee at his hips, the lean expanse of his abs and chest, lithe and coiled with power. By the time I make it to his throat, he’s regained a little of his sanity.

“That was selfish of me,” he grumbles. “I should have—”

“Cas,” I interrupt, pressing a quick kiss against his lips before standing to search for my clothes. “Stop. You got me off twice in the last twenty minutes. There’s nothing selfish about letting me return the favor.”

He grumbles a bit more, but doesn’t say anything else as I pull on my underwear and jeans. He just watches, eyes still hooded with pleasure.

To be honest, I’m not exactly sure how we even ended up here.

Just a half hour ago we were seated on opposite sides of his wide mahogany desk comparing notes on the case, and before I knew it he had me sprawled out on that desk, head between my thighs. A couple of orgasms, a couple of bites, and here we are, sheepishly pulling our clothes on as afternoon sun streams in through the window.

I’m a little quicker than Cas in covering up, and I take the opportunity to shamelessly admire him as he finds his own clothes in a heap near the sofa.

He truly is breathtaking. All long, lean limbs and muscle, every single movement graceful and controlled.

“See something you like?” he asks, lips quirked in amusement when he catches me staring.

I just shake my head, turning back to the scattered pages of notes on the desk. “We won’t get anywhere with this if we keep getting distracted.”

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