Friday, August 31 at eleven in the morning – Damien's office.
Pressed up against the door, Katherine had her arms around Damien's neck. He had her trapped with one hand on her nape while the other rested on her waist and his thigh in between her legs. His head slanted as he brushed his lips over hers.
"Is this how it's going to be every morning in your office until I leave?" she whispered. "We make out like teenagers under the bleachers."
He smiled against her lips, still kissing her. "Yes. I can't help it. You are too tempting."
She softly chuckled. Her skin now flushed as she felt Damien's hands skimming all over her body. Pulling back slightly, she looked at him and caressed his cheek, studying his features and wondering how she was so blessed with a man like him.
