The office door slammed shut, blocking Morgan’s exit. Before he could stop himself, Adam was pressing her against the closed door with his whole body and taking from her a deep, forceful, sensuous, impulsive kiss. She did not try to push him away or ask him to stop.

He pulled away to catch his breath and stared hard down into her eyes, which gazed back at him with a look of surprise. “Who are you?”

Her breasts heaved against his chest. He could smell on her the same scent that had enticed him last night in the dream.

“I told you, I’m Morgan Hibbins.”

He pressed his hands against her shoulders and squeezed. “I mean, what are you?”

She tried to look away at the ceiling as she spoke, but Adam was right in her face, ready for every deflection and half-truth she might lay on him. “I don’t understand the question,” she replied.

He smiled and slid his hand up inside her blouse, caressing her stomach as their eyes locked on each other. She did not push his hand away. If anything, she pressed her lower body closer to his. She was fucking with him.

Adam stroked her skin under her blouse, sensuously working his way up her breastbone, pleased yet unsurprised to find no bra separating their electrified skin-to-skin contact. His hand wandered over to her breast. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as he gently stroked her nipple. She was trying hard not to moan at his touch. He turned his head and spoke in a low, quiet voice directly into her ear. “If I lift up your blouse and I see what I think I’m going to see, then you have to tell me what you are and how you ended up in my dreams last night.”

She breathed, “I don’t know…what you’re talking about…oh…” She trailed off as both of his hands explored her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples.

Adam lifted her blouse and she did not object. There, on her left breast, was the large hickey he’d left on her last night in his dream. His cock grew hard as timber, being this close to her body and also recalling the wild ride last night.

“I left this mark on you last night, Ms. Hibbins. Listen, I don’t have time for games. Tell me the truth.” He bowed his head and tasted her breast. Morgan stifled a whimper.

“How do I know it wasn’t you who invaded my dream last night? I could ask you the same question.”

She was a sassy little thing. Should he give it to her right in the office, or did he have time to get her back to his house? Maybe they could compromise, drive away in his car, park by the woods and get into the roomy backseat for a mutually satisfying tussle.

As much as he wanted to tear off her skirts and throw her across the desk and make her beg for even more love bites all over her, he wanted to get to the truth about what was happening between them. Adam let her blouse fall back down and smoothed the fabric over her breasts. Then he moved his hands to her skirts and began to gather them together until he found a pocket hiding a slit. Before Morgan could object, he slid his grip down under her skirt and pulled out her wand.

“What’s this?” Adam held up her wand. It was a bright silver stick with a leather grip on one end and the shaft carved with symbols and inlaid with pearls.

She smirked at him and stuck her chin out. “Something you don’t have a warrant to search me for, Detective.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. She met his gaze with a challenge. He was about to go mad with his desire. He hiked up her skirts and found she was wearing no panties; he grazed his fingers over her ass, around to the front again, and reaching deeper, found her labia. He watched her cheeks turn a deep red. Her breath grew ragged. If she wanted to play dirty, so would he. “Ma’am, I don’t need a warrant for a place you’ve already granted me access to.” Her pussy was not shaved. Somehow his cock managed to grow even bigger and harder for her.

“Detective, you’re not playing fair.”

He spread her legs apart, and she did not try to keep them together. He stroked her labia for a second before plunging a single finger into her depth. She moaned and bit her lip, harder this time, presumably to keep herself quiet.

“I don’t have to play fair to get to the bottom of this.”

“I’d say you’ve gotten all the way to the bottom.”

His brain was foggy and could not think of another retort, so he simply stroked her core and responded with another kiss, this time long and slow, his lips and tongue moving inside her mouth in sync with his fingers down below. With his other hand, he continued to caress her large breasts, teasing her nipples through the gauzy fabric.

He had her right where he wanted her.

Then he stopped. He pulled his hand out of her lady bits, backed off from her kiss.

Morgan looked at him in surprise and in need. She reached for him, but he took a step back. “Tell me the truth,” he said.

Her eyes narrowed. “So that’s how you want to play it? You think you can just manipulate me into admitting something I know nothing about?”

He smiled like the devil he was. “Yes. That’s exactly what I think.”

She huffed and straightened her skirts, pushed him away and went to pick up her wand.

Before she flounced out, she said, “Have fun explaining this recording to your boss, the chief.”

Adam watched her leave and then remembered. The videotape.

Oh. Fuck.