“And I assume ‘celebrating’ includes food before… other activities?” he asked with a hopeful grin. “Because I am suddenly starving for more than just kissing you against my office door.”
“We can get a light course, maybe some desert and then we can move on to more strenuous activities,” Harper said seductively. Oliver’s pupils dilated at her seductive suggestion, the professional facade he maintained so carefully crumbling completely. A low groan escaped his throat as he leaned into her touch, his control slipping rapidly. “Strenuous activities,” he repeated huskily, the words dripping with promise. “I like the sound of that. Very much.” His free hand dropped to grip her thigh firmly through the fabric of her red leather skirt, thumb brushing dangerously close to the hem. The fifteen-min
