Lucy would never have described herself as wanton or reckless, but that was how she felt after letting Tom make love to her right there on his office desk before moving to the bed inside.
Somehow, in the last twenty minutes, she had come to believe that make up sex was every bit as intense and pleasurable as she had heard.
It had taken every ounce of self-control they both had not to rip their clothes in their hurry to touch and pleasure each other.
Imagine having to return to her office in different clothes than she had worn earlier while leaving with Tom.
That would have started quite a very interesting rumor around the office, Lucy thought with a giggle, and Tom, who was cradling her on the bed in his office bedroom, looked at her.
"What is amusing you?" he asked with interest.
"How would I have explained my change of outfit had you ripped my blouse earlier?" she asked, and Tom grinned.
