He still tasted Michelle’s lipstick on his tongue, and the crotch of his pants tightened with need to continue what she’d started. He wanted to say something, but words escaped him. Better yet, he wanted to swing into one of the many motels along the boulevard and get a room. She’d only done what he’d dreamed about for so long, but now she’d ignited a spark he couldn’t fan into a flame. Damn rules and regulations, he wanted her in the worst...or best way, but at the cost of his job? He slowed his breathing and kept his eyes on the road. “Meesh, are you all right?” He reached across the sedan’s seat and squeezed her hand. “Just failed the self-control test is all. That and I’m totally embarrassed.” “Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve teetered on the edge of losing control a few times myself. You’re a gorgeous and sexy lady, and if I wasn’t scared shitless of unemployment, I would have made a move a long time ago.
