The timing was all wrong, but then the timing had sucked ever since Bailey had come into his life. They had so many things to work out—and he’d already insisted they wouldn’t be able to work them out in bed—but here they were, heading in that direction. Well, in the direction of his desk anyway. Judging from the heat of the kiss she had initiated, they wouldn’t make it out of his office, much less all the way to the bedroom. He forced himself to think of the consequences, but those consequences kept getting bogged down in the hazy passion that was slamming hard and fast through his body. He blamed that on Bailey’s kiss. On the way her breasts were brushing against his chest. Everything seemed to be coming down to sex, and it didn’t seem to matter if Jackson wasn’t convinced that sex should happen. “This is more than I thought it would be,” Bailey mumbled against his mouth.
