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he had to.
    But when Penn had gone down to the M.E. for the
    preliminary report, alone, to save Ray"s nose the aggravation
    of the morgue, which was itchy death and chemicals and the
    same fake sterility of the hospital to him, he"d stopped by the
    courthouse to see a friend before heading out to get some
    sushi.
    It was the one food he and his partner could always
    agree on, and the thought of raw fish was making his mouth
    water. He put her order on her desk for her but paused at
    his, inhaling the faint hint of warm and welcome , like fresh
    cinnamon rolls.
    He smiled as he took off his coat and sat down and had
    about half a second to realize that his blood was pounding in
    a familiar, uncomfortable way and that what he was smelling
    all over his things was Cal Parker, my/Cal/mine , and then
    that it was getting stronger because Cal was in the station
    somewhere.
    He lifted his head, listening, and heard their footsteps
    and approaching banter before he saw Benedict and Parker.
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    Of course. So he couldn"t eat in peace. He froze just the
    same when he did finally lay eyes on them, on Parker, who
    had lost that shirt in the past few hours and whose bare
    skin fairly glistened.
    And the bastard was sucking on a lollipop. Cherry.
    Shining and wet and red.
    Ray"s pulse quickened, and he set his jaw. That was all
    he needed. His mother had tried to warn him it was like this,
    but he hadn"t believed her. He suspected no one did until it
    happened to them. Fucking hell. He was too tired to deal
    with this. Tired like he"d been running for two years, which
    wasn"t an inaccurate description.
    He didn"t much care that he was growling when he
    spoke, though if you knew Weres, it was a dead giveaway.
    “Have you been around my desk today, Parker?” he
    demanded. “Sitting in my chair?”
    “Yes!” Benedict stopped in his tracks and answered. Ray
    didn"t give a crap if it was fear or respect.
    “Traitor!” Parker hissed as Benedict held up his phone
    to show what looked like videos of Cal Parker wriggling,
    wriggling , in Ray"s chair, laughing and saying something and
    rubbing his tight ass all over it as he wheeled the chair
    around. Grinding that ass like he was about to do on Ray"s
    desk now.
    “No.” He barked when Cal"s ass was inches from the
    desktop. “Off. Now.” He"d never be able to work otherwise. Or
    stand up for that matter.
    The lower lip came out for another pout, but Cal
    stopped and pulled back. For about three seconds, and then
    he plopped his butt right back down on the edge like he
    always did. Like his ass belonged there. As though it wasn"t
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    bad enough Ray"s reports sometimes shimmered and smelled
    like double rainbow orgasms.
    Like what Cal would smell like with him, Ray"s instincts
    told him. He was almost fully hard just thinking about it.
    Luckily, Parker broke the mood by dropping his sticky
    lollipop onto the desk. Ray grimaced and carefully picked it
    up to drop it in his trashcan.
    “I am not going to ask why you"d do that,” he pushed
    out and got waved away.
    “Even you know why, Ray Ray, and you aren"t as smart
    as Benny and I… me… I? Are.”
    “Me.” Benedict corrected. Ray flicked his eyes to him. It
    was safer.
    “Okay.” He wasn"t going there. Not today. Cal could pout
    all he wanted. “Why are you two here?” He looked away from
    both of them and opened his takeout to gobble down some
    fish.
    “After much research from my grimoire….” Benedict
    began, just a touch on the pompous side.
    “You looked it up online!” Cal tutted. “Don"t be silly.”
    Ray kept his head down, just listening. Even aroused and
    furious, he wanted to smile.
    “Cal!” Benedict was all wounded pride. “Half this
    business is the mystery. What have I told you?”
    “Since when are you the business expert? You"re an
    accountant.”
    “I am a financial wizard.” Benedict"s words were precise.
    “An accountant who studies