"They won't notice we're gone," she said breathlessly, pulling him into her office, locking the door behind them.
Between kisses he mumbled, "I never noticed that that door locked."
"Focus," Casey said, holding his face in her hands, kissing him ardently. She released him briefly to remove her sweater.
As soon as her bra was exposed, John forgot his curiosity about the door's lock and the other partygoers. He began kneading her breast with one hand, while his other grabbed the back of her head, pulling her back into a kiss. Suddenly clothing couldn't be tolerated.
Casey had quickly gotten to ready and was impatient. She just wanted to grab John and force him inside her. She looked down between them, and said with a grin, "I see there's one thing about you that isn't skinny."
John laughed, but quickly turned serious. He looked into her eyes; she knew the unspoken question, and nodded. He joined their bodies; the ballet of movement and symphony of sound that is lovemaking filled the office.
As they dressed, Branch's booming voice asked, "where's Casey?"
"Thanks for coming, Detective" Casey said as Munch left her office.
"My pleasure," John said, passing the nosy DA.