Harper bit her lower lip and considered something for a moment. Her mind wondering back to earlier during the day, when she was on his desk, the way he kissed her... She feels the familiar heat rise in her core and she straddles his lap and kisses him deeply. Oliver’s hands immediately came to rest on her hips as she straddled his lap, gripping possessively at the fabric of her shirt. The sudden shift in position sent blood rushing south, his body responding instantly to the intimate contact. He met her kiss with equal ferocity, one hand tangling in her auburn hair while the other slip up her back to pull her flush against his chest. The kiss was hungry and desperate, all the pent-up longing from months of watching her from afar finally breaking free. His jacket that she had on slipped off
