High on the heat of just being near Will, she kept her eyes locked on the screen as her fingers flew across the keyboard. Despite the distraction of the man hovering behind her, she had the files straightened out in record time. And before she could even shut the computer down, Will had her propped up on the desk, her legs wrapped around him, and his hands all over her. Damn, if she wasn’t putty in those quick and clever hands. Hazy, sluggish thoughts vied with the racing of her heart. Her breasts felt full and heavy. Her nipples ached for the caress of his lips. Moisture pooled between her legs, dampening her thighs. She couldn’t even remember why she was supposed to be resisting him. Betty tipped her head back, giving in to the demands of her body and issuing one of her own. “Now.” Will chuckled. “We can wait.” She wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.
