Dirty Desk

Killian

I had murder on the mind when Sera knocked on the doorframe, still dressed in her silk slip. I invited her in without looking up from my phone, hearing her close the door behind her—and lock it.

The next thing I knew, she was slipping the phone out of my hand and climbing onto my lap. Automatically, my hands went to support her backside. I was delighted to discover that she wasn’t wearing underwear, but that didn’t stop me from pointing out,

“Mia amore, it’s nine in the morning.”

Her arms rested on my shoulders, and she subtly ground her hips against mine. Her look was purely innocent. “What, can I feel frisky only at certain times?”

I hardened underneath her and gritted my teeth. “Absolutely not.”

Sera scooted closer until we were flush against each other, and our lips met slowly, lingeringly at first. My arms circled around her, crushing her against me without force, melding us together. Her fingers ran through my hair as she moaned, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

I was