Bael is kissing me and I'm losing my mind.
Actually losing it.
Every coherent thought I had thirty seconds ago has evaporated under the assault of his mouth on mine, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, the solid weight of him beneath me.
I'm straddling his lap in his office chair in the middle of the workday and I cannot bring myself to care about any of the reasons this is a terrible idea.
His hands slide down, grab my ass, squeeze hard enough to make me gasp against his mouth.
The sound seems to do something to him because suddenly he's breaking the kiss, lips moving to my neck instead, finding that spot just below my ear that makes my whole body go taut.
I make a noise, embarrassing and desperate, and I swear I feel him smile against my skin.
Smug bastard.
Then he's standing, lifting me with him like I weigh nothing, and I barely have time to wrap my legs around his waist before he's setting me on the desk.
