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document, and let her fingers fly across the keys as she laid down her thoughts and questions. She and Trevor had a lot to discuss when he got back.
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    Adrenaline coursed freely through Trevor’s veins as he made his way back to their house. At the corner of St. Stephen’s Green, he accelerated his pace, knowing he was mere minutes from home and Cassandra—his partner in crime, hotter than hell, with a beautiful brain and a wicked attitude to match.
    In his rush to be home, he skipped giving her a heads up on his position. Anxious to see her, he strode into the house and climbed the stairs two at time. The exhilaration of fieldwork always put him on edge. Still riding the rush of adrenaline, he burst into the office to find Cassandra sitting at her desk, laptop open in front of her, and still wearing the headset. Startled, she looked at him.
    “What happened? Are you—” her question trailed off. She frowned as she watched him stalk toward her with a ravenous expression on his face. “Trev? Why didn’t you call in your position?”
    He reached for her hand, hauled her from the chair, and led her into their bedroom across the hall from their office. “Not now, Cassandra.” With not-so-gentle nudges, he pushed her back until her legs bumped against the edge of the bed and she was forced to sit. He crowded close, his heated gaze capturing hers. “I need to feel you, take you, the way I fantasized on my way home.”
    A rush of heated color flushed Cassandra’s neck and cheeks as his gaze raked her body. A deep sense of satisfaction filled him when she shifted her ass on the bed. He knew she was just as turned on by the way she parted her knees. His cock twitched and grew heavier as he watched her swallow hard and wet her lips with her tongue.
    Desire and excitement gleamed from her eyes as she spoke in a breathless whisper, “What are you waiting for?”
    Those words unleashed Trevor’s desire. He pushed her back against the bed and straddled her thighs, sitting back on his knees and watching the erratic pulse beat out of control at the base of her throat. Holding her gaze, he reached for his pants, working the button and zipper. His voice dropped and his Irish brogue became more pronounced. “I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you. Feel you surrounding me, hot and wet.”
    Without a word, Cassandra nudged him back. Curious, he gave way and moved to the side, following her intently with hooded narrowed eyes. A smile quirked the corner of his mouth as her shaky hands reached for and unbuttoned her jeans. Lust rose inside him to an unimaginable level when she lay back on the bed and raised her pelvis so she could push both the jeans and skimpy underwear off her hips.
    Once they reached her ankles, Trevor jerked them off, freeing her legs. The intensity of her gaze burned his skin as he yanked her t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.
    Trevor knelt on the bed beside her, pushed his pants down his hips, and fisted his rock-hard cock, now standing at attention. His heart missed a beat and a quiver surged through his veins as his eyes caressed her curvaceous body. “Jezus Cassandra! You’re fucking gorgeous.”
    Cassandra tried to swallow the lump in her throat at the sight of Trevor’s long, lean, muscular body. Her stomach and inside muscles clenched in anticipation. “You’re pretty damn hot yourself, geek!” Her voice was no more than a broken whisper.
    She rested back on her elbows, spread her legs in invitation, and glanced down the length of her body as Trevor moved between her thighs. His eyes mirrored her desire and held hers captive. A shiver rippled along her spine as he guided his cock to her entrance and slid the tip of it up and down along her sex, coating it with her juices.
    “Do you feel it? Feel the need?” he demanded as he continued to tease her.
    Her heart jolted and pulse pounded. “God, Trevor! Yes. I feel it—need it right now!”
    Trevor pushed his hips forward and