This chapter is dedicated to KiwiOCD because I can't get over his review which made me blush plus laugh hysterically.

'If I wasn't such a serial monogamy Caskett shipper I'd be tempted to request a threesome between them - if Kate didn't kill one or both'.

Rating is bordering M.

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Shit, shit, triple shit. He was in hot water.

Kate was looking at him with fire shooting from her doe eyes.

"Mr. Castle, we appreciate all your hard work this evening," Andrews, from the FBI, addressed Rick. "We'll listen to the tape again, but we found out what we needed to know. Ms Goodwin hasn't spoken with her father or had any dealings with him in the past 4 years. She confirmed that she's been estranged from him for the last 10 years."

"Yes, and I firmly believe she told the truth. She had no reason to lie."

"We got the same impression." Andrews smirked at Rick. "Even though she refused to go out with you again, we learned something vital about her…"

"What?" Kate jumped in, obviously surprised to hear that piece of news. "She refused to go out with you?"

"Yes," Andrews droned, his smirk widening into a huge grin. "That must be a first for you." He eyed Castle up and down. "The-suave-lady-killer-Richard-Castle being turned down by a beautiful, young woman."

Rick chuckled. "It's a rarity when it happens, but I'm certain even Gerard Butler gets turned down occasionally."

Ryan scoffed, "Like you're even in the same league as Gerard Butler."

Kate even laughed at that comment. She breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Castle didn't have an upcoming date planned with her, but she couldn't let him get off that easy.

She said lightly, "I'm surprised you couldn't seal the deal with a woman 14 years your junior… Is Casanova Castle finally losing his touch?"

He didn't immediately respond, just snickered and turned his stupid bedroom eyes and stupid cocky smile her way, saying without words, 'You-don't-wanna-go-there-Beckett-as-I'm-happy-to- prove-otherwise.'

His eyes twinkled as he drawled, "Well I know for a fact that I can seal the deal with a woman 9 years my junior, so – "

Oh, I'm going to kill him, the smarmy bastard.

Ryan cleared his throat loudly to stop Castle from shoving his foot further down his throat, all the way down to his ass.

"Andrews, you were saying?"

Kate tugged on her lower lip as Andrews continued, "We're hoping to recruit Ms Goodwin and see if she'll agree to a Sting operation… We may need your help again in that department, Mr. Castle, as she certainly seems smitten with you."

Smitten? By God, I'll show you smitten,Kate thought possessively.

"No." Rick said forcefully.

Three pairs of eyes were suddenly glued to him. He felt like a bug under a microscope from their intense scrutiny.

"I'm sorry, but I won't assist you further. I won't abuse Gemma's friendship. – I can't explain it, but she'd be offended… No, it's more than that… She'd feel utterly betrayed if she found out I was working undercover with the FBI… And I," he looked into Kate's hazel eyes, begging silently for understanding, "I can't do that to her."

"Excuse me?" Andrews voice raised a bit in frustration. "You agreed to meet with her on more than one occasion if it was merited."

"No, I actually didn't. You can ask Captain Gates. She mentioned to me that this operation may turn into more than one night as it could take some time for Ms Goodwin to trust me, but I didn't agree to it."

Rick could easily read Andrew's aggravation. He could practically hear his thoughts, 'Writers!-Why-the-hell-didn't-we-send-in-a-profess ional-cop?'

"Look, I know you won't like this," Rick continued, "But I need you to hear me out." He leaned forward in his chair, elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together, looking straight at Agent Andrews. "I feel like I understand her. I know what makes her tick, and she'd doubt her abilities because she didn't sense that I was undercover." He looked at Kate from beneath lowered lashes. "I firmly believe that she's gifted and I won't have her doubting herself because of me."

"You've really put me in a bind, Mr. Castle."

"I'm terribly sorry, but I can't in good conscience help you any further to try and trap her father."

"Fine, - but you can be damn sure that your Captain will hear about this."

He nodded his head once. "I expect nothing less."

Andrews dismissed them by flinging his arm towards the door. "Gates will get my report first thing in the morning."

As they were leaving the office, Ryan said sympathetically, "I get it Castle… Hell, I even believe in her after hearing what she said about Beckett, but choosing to deal with Gates' wrath? A possible suspension? Maybe even being ban- "

"Wait a minute." Kate interrupted, stopping dead in her tracks. "You and Gemma talked about me while you were alone in the lounge?"

Ryan looked at Rick apologetically, saying with his eyes how sorry he was that he brought it up as it was obviously something personal between the two of them.

"Umm, this is a conversation you two need to have alone, in private… I'll see you in the morning, Beckett."

"Ryan, wait." He turned back to Kate. "Be honest with me. Do you truly believe that Gemma Goodwin is psychic?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "You only listened to the first part of their conversation… You need to listen to the entire tape and then judge for yourself." He nodded his head towards them both, "Have a good night."

He caught and held Rick's eyes before mouthing, "Good Luck," and by God, Rick knew he'd need more than luck to make things right again with Kate.

…..

"You want to see her again." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

They were headed towards the parking garage, standing in front of the elevator doors. Kate was obviously distressed as she had her arms folded beneath her chest and her right foot tapped incessantly while they waited.

"Not in the way you think, Kate."

"Not in the way I think?" she spouted with just a touch of venom in her tone. "I think you met a beautiful, intelligent, fascinating woman tonight whom you'd love to see again."

His mouth watered at the vision before him... Her eyes had changed color with her fiery mood… They were chocolate brown, frazzled. Her chest heaved with each and every breath she took; her folded arms emphasized their fullness even more. Her long leg was highlighted in that infuriatingly sexy pencil skirt, moving up and down, up and down.

"You have absolutely no idea how smokin' hot you are when you're jealous."

She let an expletive fly as God dammit, she didn't need her mind betraying her right now… No, she was not thinking about shutting up that writer's mouth of his by mauling him right here, right now. No, she was not thinking about his snarky mouth doing delicious things to her body and no, she wasn't thinking about making her fantasy come true of them fucking in an elevator.

"Don't try to smooth-talk your way out of this one, Kitten."

The elevator dinged and the doors swung open. His hand settled on her lower back to direct her inside the box. She immediately arched her back and stepped hurriedly in front of him so he got the message loud and clear, - No Touching.

His hand dropped back down to his side. Kate stepped into a corner and glared at his fathomless blue eyes, taking in his snug, royal blue button-down that seemed to hug his large frame like a glove. She watched with narrowed eyes as he yanked on his tie to loosen it and then unbuttoned the top button on his shirt.

Ohh, he's playing dirty as he knows that unkempt, rumpled look does it for me every single time.

He sighed heavily. "I knew that this undercover operation wasn't going to bode well for me… I asked you if you were okay with this and you told me, 'yes'… I wouldn't have taken the case if I'd known that it was going to hurt you this way."

He gazed at her with his puppy-dog eyes looking so sincere and just plain sorrowful that it weakened her resolve, - just a teensy, weensy bit.

"I was okay with you helping out the FBI… I just didn't realize how difficult it'd be to watch you flirt and obviously impress a striking woman."

His lips lifted slightly. "I was supposed to try and impress her… I was just doing a job."

When she rolled her eyes, he promptly said, "I won't deny that I find her intriguing… She has a rare innocence about her that I find fascinating… She's refreshing, full of light in a dark, narcissistic world that consumes us day in and day out."

"Humph," she pouted, "And don't forget to leave out that you also find her attractive, and by the looks of that kiss, almost irresistible."

The ding signified that the elevator had reached its destination and Castle ran his hand through his hair as she icily walked past him and out into the parking lot.

"Will you slow down for a minute and just listen to me?"

"Listen to you? – I have been listening to you for the past few minutes go on and on about the alluring Heiress."

He'd just about reached the end of his rope. He was undercover for God's sake, was expected to charm the woman, flirt with her, get her to trust him and Kate was forgetting the key factor in this entire equation… He had NOT initiated the kiss.

Her tone was cold as she continued her jealous tirade. "That kiss was more than just doing your job, Castle," when he took a deep breath to interrupt her she immediately said, "And don't you dare insult my intelligence by denying it."

He'd had enough of looking at her model-straight back, enough of her pert ass swaying in front of him, enough of her long, desirable legs walking away from him.

Kate gasped in surprise when his bulky body was suddenly in her path, blocking her. She noticed the barely-there scruff on his jaw, the firm set of his masculine mouth and looked up into eyes that were, Dear Gawd, flaming with raw heat… Beckett wasn't sure if it was heat from fiery anger or unbridled lust, but she was positive that she was going to find out.

Beneath his breath he murmured, "Frustrating, challenging woman," before laying into her. "You drive me utterly insane, Beckett, you know that?"

The next instant he had her arms in a vice-like grip and he practically lifted her as he walked her backwards 3 feet into the cement wall.

"Oomph" escaped her lips as her back slammed into the wall. He crowded her, holding her in place with his arms to either side of her head, his large chest leaning into her and one of his legs positioned between hers.

Damn, his smell was heavenly, manly, so distinctly Castle… What he said next sent a shiver of desire down her spine.

"You've bewitched me, Katherine Houghton Beckett, both my body and soul… There's only you… Don't you know that by now?"

His eyes seared into hers. "Why would I want fresh, fragile, pretty and gifted when I already have brilliant, gorgeous, passionate and extraordinary?"

She gnawed on her lower lip, looking so insecure and plain seductive at the same time that he almost lost it.

As her lashes fluttered, her hands clenched into his shirt, bunching the fabric at his waist. "Rick, I –"

"Hush!" His finger immediately covered her lips. "It's my turn to speak now." He ran his digit suggestively along the upper swell of her lip, looking intensely at her mouth.

"If you would have come into the lounge just a couple of seconds sooner you would've have seen Gemma get off her chair, approach me and initiate that kiss."

"But you - "

He glared at her in a way that clearly said, 'Shut-that-agonizingly-tempting-mouth-right-now-or -I'll-be-forced-to-do-it-for-you.'

"Nuh-huh. No 'buts'… Remember, it's my turn now." He stepped closer to her, forcing her to narrow her stance as her pencil skirt was just too tight to allow his large thigh to squeeze through.

His mouth, - all sultry heat, whispered into her ear, "We didn't even French kiss and all I could think about as her lips touched mine was you, Kate."

His right hand swooped around her neck and lightly massaged the tense muscles. "Her lips tasted like springtime, whereas yours taste like hot vanilla late topped with whipped cream."

She shivered in his arms as his teeth scraped the outer shell of her ear.

"Her hips were angular, bony, whereas you have enticing curves." His left hand squeezed her waist and then ran possessively down over her hip. "You have lean muscle that attests to hours of yoga and running and other (gulp) – more desirable activities that require a partner."

His left hand played with the hem of her skirt, teasing her thigh as he skimmed a few inches along the receptive flesh.

"Gemma brought out my protective nature, whereas you - "

Oh Fuck, his blatant, wanton look made her knees quiver.

"Bring out the caveman in me."

His lips found her jaw and as he moved across it sensuously, he huffed out, "Furthermore, you know me… Charismatic, intriguing, talented, doesn't do it for me… I neeed, – " his mouth moved to her chin and lavished it with the same attention as her jawline, "I need fierce, devoted, driven."

A wolfish grin splayed on his face before he greedily hiked up her skirt and shoved his thigh upwards, settling at her core.

"I need you." His lips landed on hers, - seeking, claiming, plundering.

Her nails bit into the back of his neck as she hung on.

He slipped his tongue along the edge of her teeth, suckling gently on the pillow of her lower lip.

He forced his tongue deep, - forcing her mouth open again and again, saying without words that she was his and only his.

Her system spun into overdrive, passion smothering every nerve ending as she melted under his expert touch.

Her fingers tingled as they ran over the hard muscles of his shoulders, down his back and then cupped his tight butt, - which was a serious work of art, strong and unyielding.

Electricity thrummed through her,- making her skin hum, making her hyperaware of Rick's every breath, every movement.

The humming quickly turned to buzzing as he deepened their kiss... His fingers yanked on her hair clip to undo the bun while his tongue plunged in and out, in and out, - intense and fast, - foreshadowing his desires for their lower limbs.

The chemistry between them amped up exponentially as his hands began to wander, across her taut abs, over the swell of her hip bone, lingering on her outer thigh.

Kate shivered as delight traipsed up her thigh like cold water over a hot skillet.

The undeniable sparks between them singed her veins as his hands voraciously explored her.

Bloody hell, his left palm quested its way up her inner thigh, boldly dangerous, and she gasped when his finger found the edge of her silk panties.

His hand was so hot, his fingers sure as they skimmed the smooth flesh, teasing their way under the edge of the lacy material. His fingers curled under the elastic, sweeping inward, combing through her curls.

"Cas - tle – Not here," she squeaked. "It's too public… There're security cameras."

But that only seemed to incite his madness further.

With a growl, his mouth left hers and flamed a path down her neck, settling onto her chest, heading for the one spot he loved to treasure, - her bullet scar.

Her body throbbed, wet and needy, with each definite sweep of his fingers.

Shit, she was close!

She wiggled a little, trying to entice his fingers, - hoping he'd finally touch her wet heat, - needing him to relieve the pressure that was building, tight as a spring, low in her belly.

The contrast of his warm body, hard muscles and unforgiving cold stone at her back added an extra erotic edge to the passion coursing through her.

With his mind on one goal, Castle kept the kisses descending.

She held her breath, her body getting tenser the bolder his kisses and fingers became. By the time he reached the tautly stretched fabric of her shirt, she was feeling faint from lack of oxygen. He felt so good, those fingers so powerful and strong against her soft, inflamed flesh.

Desire flamed.

Need pounded.

"Riiiick," she panted, gasping for air as his teeth nipped at the lower swell of her breast, right next to her scar, while his fingers skirted teasingly over her womanhood, never quite hitting the mark.

Damn him and his elaborate teasing. She was going to have to take matters into her own hands.

She shamefully ground down on his leg, moaning sinfully as excruciating pressure finally hit the target.

Castle did something next though that completely through-her-for-a-loop, completely surprised the living-daylights-out-of-her… She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't of experienced it first hand.

One minute she's exquisitely grinding down on his leg ready to combust in a matter of seconds and then the next, she's off her feet… She can't catch her breath as her stomach lands forcefully on his shoulder and she drapes clumsily over him.

The brute had just thrown her over his shoulder, and she's furious, frustrated, and beyond horny as he's hauling her towards his car.

"Castle, put me down this instant!" she fumed at the same time she pummeled his ass for emphasis. "Before I kill you."

"Nice try. I happen to know that you left your glock at home... Now shut that luscious mouth of yours as it's still my turn to talk."

He pulled his key ring out of his pants pocket and pushed the 'unlock' symbol for the car door. He opened the passenger side door and unceremoniously plopped her into the front seat.

Kate shot hate beams through her eyes as he invaded her personal space, - smelling divine, looking so virile and just plain yummy, - so unfair in her current state of arousal right now.

"As I said earlier, you –" and he purposefully swiped across her breast as he fastened her seat belt on, "Bring out the caveman in me."

He hurriedly got into the driver seat and as he started up the car, he turned his gloating smirk to her before saying, "Together, Kate. Tonight we come together."

...

She gazed out the passenger side window to hide from him the glowing smile spreading across her face, because Richard Castle, her author, had just solidified that she's the only woman for him.