His teeth grazed the soft skin of her neck. The primal need to mark his claim on her was growing. She tasted like fresh raspberries. He turned, so he walked to the desk with her legs wrapped firmly around his strong ones.
With him on the desk and her on his thighs, the position allowed for more friction. Her nipples strained from the soft fabric of her chiffon shirt and rubbed against his black shirt.
He bit her neck softly at first, then clamped down on her hard. He was losing control. He was head overboard and she was no longer thinking with her head.
Esmeralda's eyes flew open at the compromising situation. She jumped down, dragging her skirt down her knees. Prince Kain stared at her, wondering what had gone wrong. Then he suddenly understood what had gone wrong. He was making out with his personal assistant, whose eyes had grown to the size of saucers and was glaring at him.
