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had and she met him thrust for thrust, working toward her own completion as he took his pleasure. He mouthed all along her shoulders, chest and neck before clamping down on the exact same bruise he’d sucked up the first time they’d met. Somehow his angle changed and it was enough to tweak her clit—then she was coming again, gripping his shoulders hard and crying out.
    A dozen or so thrusts later he gasped and held against her as his warm cum flooded the condom inside her. She opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—and watched as he opened his at close range, zeroing right in on her. A smile curved her lips and grew as an answering grin spread his mouth.
    His gaze dropped to her neck. “Oops.”
    “Ha! Oops, my ass. You have a thing about marking me up like a horny teenager.” It wasn’t a complaint. She couldn’t summon any heat into her tone. Her voice sounded about as replete and fucked-out as she felt.
    “You don’t exactly look like you mind wearing marks.” He ran his gaze over her various tattoos and piercings then he tweaked her nipple, sending a zing through her. “These are pierced too?” he asked.
    “Mm-hmm. Just don’t wear them all the time.” She had to move, so she gave him a slight nudge and he backed up enough to allow her to sit up. He held the condom and carefully pulled out of her as she did so. “Only when I know they’ll be getting some use.”
    “Need to take care of this—I’ll be right back.” He dropped a kiss on her lips before he walked over to open the office door then headed down the hall to the bathroom.
    Sienna had never felt less inclined to hurry, but she knew it would be all kinds of better to get dressed before he came back. She quickly hopped up, snagged her panties and pulled them on then crossed bare-breasted to her bag.
    She’d managed to get her pants on and fastened before Greg came back in. He looked her up and down, smiling. “You forgot something.”
    Feigning a puzzled look, she patted herself up and down before making an exaggerated face of dismay and covering her breasts like a shy maiden. That lasted for all of two seconds before she cracked up and dropped the act—and her hands. Maybe she had a bit of an exhibitionist inside her because she enjoyed Greg’s eyes on her.
    Thank God he wasn’t in the department. Her boss would never stand for fraternization, even though it wasn’t technically against the rules except with your partner or superior. And why the hell was Sienna even thinking that? She had no idea if he even lived here in town or if he was just in for this case.
    Plus, he didn’t know she was on the case as well.
    What a fucking mess .
    He glanced at the clock on the wall, gave a loud exhale and his smile faded a bit. “I hate to bring up business, Cici, but it would probably be better if we could get your statement this afternoon.”
    She mentally sighed and tried to look understanding. Just fucking figured that she’d finally found a guy who she admired, who turned her on like nobody’s business, and who she had fun with—and they were caught up in this weird situation where she had to be someone else.
    And will he still want me once he knows I’m not Cici the barista, but Sienna the detective? Who’s been lying to him since we met ?
    “Sure. Might as well get this done.” She turned her tanks right side out and put them on one at a time as Greg quickly dressed himself. Remembering Jay and the real possibility that he might beat her to work, she took a critical look around to see if anything screamed ‘sex was had in here yesterday’. But it all looked the same. She’d just check the bathroom trash and take the sack out if the condom was visibly in there.
    “I have a few things I have to do before I lock up for the day. Can you give me the address? I’ll meet you there.”
    Greg hesitated a moment then nodded. “Sure.” He pulled his wallet from his pocket and extracted a business card, then found a pen on the