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The morning after their date, Claire was up before her alarm and in the shower before the sun was up. Hair dried and in a bun, she got dressed a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and black boots. She clipped her badge and gun to her belt and drove the distance to the coffee shop for her morning wake-up call.

She didn't really need it. She'd spent the night tossing and turning.

What had she been thinking? Inviting him in after dinner? Offering him a drink? Where had she been thinking that was going to go? Obviously, nowhere good. The polite kiss to her cheek had been the right response, obviously, and she'd stood there as he'd walked back to his car. The perfect gentleman.

She'd gone to bed frustrated. Yes, that frustrated. Why? She had no idea. She didn't even LIKE him that way, right?

Now, she was embarrassed, in more ways than one. To make up for it (or to cover it up), she bought his coffee, too, and set it on his desk before she sat down at her own.

"Morning." There. Simple and easy. No change in their working relationship. It'd just been dinner, no matter how good he smelled this morning. Did he always smell like that?

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"You're such a pig." It was probably the first time she'd said it with anything even close to bordering on affection or fondness, but there it was. She followed it up with another kiss, short and with a lot less tongue, and then another. The third had a little bit of intensity and she set the coffee pot down on the counter next to her without looking.

Her hand went to his waist somewhere between his gun and his groin, her thumb moving slowly back and forth across the top of his slacks. When she pulled back a second time, she cleared her throat. Pressed up against his erection wasn't doing anything to calm her own body down, even if her arousal wasn't as obvious. "Someone's going to come in here eventually."

Her tone had him grinning, eager to meet every one of her kisses. It was easy to forget himself, forget where they were, or how much trouble they would get in if they were caught.

Again it was totally her fault. Her and those damn hands. He was so hard it was starting to hurt. More than anything he wanted her hands to move lower. He even started thrust against her hoping to catch her hand.

"I don't fucking care." He breathed between heated kisses, sliding his hand into the underside of her hair. It felt like heated silk it was so soft.

All he wanted was to get closer when he lifted her up onto the counter. He wasn't thinking about the half full coffee pot or how close it had been to the edge. He was sure thinking about it when it hit the ground with a crash! Sending hot coffee in all directions and drawing attention to their little tryst.

Claire was ready to oblige him in every way that she could, short of dropping her panties on the break room floor. She even reached up and undid her hair so that she could feel his hands playing in it. She wasn't about to tell him just how good his hands felt in her hair, on her waist or anywhere else on her body. What she was going to do was run a hand over the bulge in his pants as he lifted her up.

What she wasn't expecting was for the metal coffeepot to go crashing to the ground. It brought their kiss to a halt as she looked down at the ground first to make sure that the mess was containable and then over her shoulder to see just who was responding. Some traffic cop in a uniform was headed their way and she pressed her lips to Mike's in one last kiss before shoving at him and hopping to the ground just as the door was pushed open.

"Dammit, Sinclair," she snapped, tossing her hair over her shoulder and shooting Mike an annoyed look. "Can't do a thing for yourself, can you? Men." She turned the look on the uniform who'd walked in. "You expect a woman to get your coffee, too? I'd suggest you take a hike."

The young man stammered and backed out, leaving the door open and she huffed a breath that was both relieved and exasperated as she turned back toward her partner. Talk about a mood kill.

Her tone wasn't at all annoyed, in fact it could have been disappointed, when she held out her hand and said, "Paper towels."

Mike stood there in a moment of shock stupidly watching her rather than responding to help sell the lie. Instead he thought to himself how scary good at covering her ass she was. Then he briefly thought how hot she was on her knees before he shook himself out of his reverie.

"I, uh, you know I just like to watch. It's the closest you get to domestic. You know, Maguire, you're only Lilith Fair tickets away from some after 10pm Skin-o-max good old fashioned girl on girl experimentation. Maybe it's the shoes..." He teased tapping his chin then walking out before she threw something at him.

She was going to throw something at him anyway.

It took a deep breath, then a second, then a THIRD before she could snag the paper towels and clean up the coffee on the ground. She threw the mess of soggy towels into the trash and then washed and rinsed her hands before making fresh coffee for every man in the precinct. Ugh. All because Mike Sinclair knew how to kiss.

Just thinking about it made her warm low in her stomach and she was back to taking deep breaths.

Pulling her hair back again, she found her hairband on the ground and she tied it back, leaving it in a long pony tail, before she exited the break room. So much for coffee. Sliding into her chair, she ignored the man sitting across from her as she lifted the file in front of her and got back to work. Men.