Isabel squirmed against Howard's chest, trying to break free from the tight embrace. He broke the kiss and his lips nipped the skin on her neck as she thrashed against him.
"Howard," she whispered. "Stop—everyone in the office is going to talk about us."
"And?" he asked, brushing his warm lips against her ear.
"And it's inappropriate," she said.
"Inappropriate?" he murmured. "This is nothing compared to what I want to do to you."
She froze against him and he pulled his lips away from her ear. Slowly, he released his arms, allowing her to put an inch of distance between their bodies. Though her back was to the door, she could feel the curious eyes on her. Her face flamed and her stomach churned.
"If they didn't know we're together, they're certainly going to know now," she groan
