Warning: There be smut ahead. Not a lot, but it's there.

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, but they sure are fun to play with.

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She called out his name as he thrust into her. Her beautifully pinned hair started to fall around her face as they setup a steady rhythm. Her panties were lost somewhere on the floor and her long gown had been pushed up to allow him access.

The launch party for his third Nikki Heat book, Breaking Heat, was a huge hit. Everyone gathered in the ballroom at The Plaza for an amazing party. The room had been decorated with large posters of the Breaking Heat book jacket and matching lights. The food was beyond perfect with bacon wrapped scallops and delicious crab cakes. Drinks were flowing heavily and everyone seemed to be having a fun time.

The guest of honor, however, had disappeared early in the evening. After his mandatory hellos to the press and small speech to the room he had levitated to the gorgeous woman in the forest green dress. She smiled as he approached her and took his arm when he offered it. They didn't say anything, but their bodies swayed close together as they graced the dance floor. As quick as they arrived, they were gone.

Making their way down the hallway they stopped to share stolen kisses. Their hands were busy caressing each other as their lips met over and over. With her back pressed against the wall she tugged on his tie until his lips met hers again. He ran his hand down her side and she shivered in response.

"I need you." She whispered.

"Not here." He chuckled. She rolled her eyes. "C'mon." Pulling her away from the wall he led her to the first unlocked door and quickly shut them both inside. "This will do."

The linen closest was small, but private and just what they needed at a time like this. He wasted no time in picking up where they left off. His lips met hers in a fiery passion and she met him kiss for kiss. His hands roamed her body freely and she moaned in appreciation. When his nimble fingers tweaked a nipple she knew she was ready.

"Pants. Now." Her hands moved to get rid of her soaking wet panties. He stopped her.

"Allow me." He said. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he hooked his fingers on the lace and dragged the material down. She groaned impatiently. Standing, he threw the garment to the floor as she reached for his belt. His pants and boxers quickly fell and he had her hoisted up against the back of the closest.

Their joining was rough and passion filled. No words were spoken as they both raced towards their climaxes, rocking together. She screamed out first, trying to muffle the noise in his neck. With the tugging of her internal muscles his orgasm followed quickly and he called out her name. Resting his forehead on hers he smirked.

"That dress was worth every penny." He said. She laughed heartily, deep in her throat and motioned for him to put her down. Leaning down, he grabbed her panties off the floor before she could reach them. Pulling up his pants he pocketed the item.

"Those are mine." She protested.

"Not anymore." He replied. "These are my prize." He quickly buckled his belt and tried to fix his hair. She reached up to try and adjust her hair. He stopped her. "You look beautiful."

"You're just saying that because you got laid."

"Correction: I got walled." He waggled his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes. "Ready?"

She ran a hand down her dress to make sure any unwanted creases were out. "Alright, let's get back."

He opened the door only to be bombarded with bright flashes. Cameras were going off everywhere and random voices were calling out questions.

"Mr. Castle! Mr. Castle! Is this a common thing for you?"

"Are their wedding bells in your future?"

"Detective Beckett, ever tried it in a bathroom?"

Her face went red in both embarrassment and anger. He turned and apologized with his eyes. Taking her hand he pushed their way through the crowd.

"Rick! What do you want to tell your fans about this?"

Without stopping he said two short words: "No comment."

End.

A.N.: Alright, so this was my very first attempt at smut. Not too graphic, but it's a start. I hope you enjoyed it.

Drop me a line if you like what you read. And by "line" I mean review. And by "drop me" I mean I'll shut up now.