The door was not locked. Still, neither of them moved. Beatrice covered her eyes and sighed. “This was a really bad idea.” He just grunted and continued to nuzzle her sensitive neck, one hand wrapped around her neck and the other on her hip. “Well?” Her voice was a whisper of sound. She cleared her throat. “Yeah.” He grumbled it against her neck. “We should get up and get dressed before someone comes in. This was really unprofessional.” “Absolutely. Unprofessional as hell.” His hand pulled her closer as his mouth found her collarbone, and trailed warm lips across it. “Obviously, we needed to get that out of our system and now we can just forget it ever happened.” “Consider it forgotten.” But his hand on her hip was pulling her closer to what was an impressive display of desire and she forgot what they were talking about and straddled him. He groaned. “Don’t let this go to your head,” she said right before biting his lip. “Whatever you say.”
