He slammed the door shut behind them and somehow managing to throw the latch without slowing. Then they were at her desk, his hard arm sweeping the contents to the floor before he lowered her to the surface. He stood over her. Twin fires of desire and anger burned in his eyes. As she watched, the darker heat of pure desire took over. Reaching out a hand, he hooked a finger under the top button of her blouse and flicked it open. Then the next. And the next. In total silence. She shivered, lying still as he unbuttoned her shirt, doing nothing to stop him as he parted the fabric to reveal her breasts encased in a plain satin bra. At least it was a new one, and not grey from the wash. The last couple of days she’d made an effort. Had she hoped subconsciously, despite his anger with her, that they’d pick up where they left off the other night?“Perfect.” His low compliment made a flush race over her cheek. Awe spread over his face as he drew a gentle line with his fingertip over the twin swells of her breasts.
