She didn't expect the kiss to be serious, but somehow, it did.
His hands framed her waist as though exploring.
He wasn't being gentle with her, and it was fine with her.
She whimpered when he broke the kiss only to realize that she was being moved from his lap to the surface of the table.
Were they really going to do it?
On his desk?
The thought sent a thrill through her.
Their lips met again, more insistent than before. Her fingers threaded through the silky strands of his hair, pulling him even closer. One tug of the pins in her hair and her hair came tumbling down to her shoulders.
It would take hours to redo it…
And Agnes would wonder why…
Shoving the thought away, she returned her attention to the man in front of her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss even further. Her limbs seemed to melt at that point.
Then he left her lips and began trailing kisses down her neck until he reached the top of her breasts.
