Hana didn’t want him to finish the sentence and kissed him, stealing his words. Her kiss felt hot and urgent, accompanied by fingers which sneaked into the sides of his trousers and parted his shirt from his waistband. Her touch against the small of his back seared his flesh and Logan’s lips parted with a groan. “Bad girl,” he whispered. “What’s the hurry?”
Hana didn’t answer, pressing her lips over his. “No talking,” she ordered.
When her tongue quested with more purpose, Logan jerked back and glanced at the office door. “Not here, babe,” he whispered. Hana’s face expression moved between sultry and pouting in an instant. Logan ran his thumb over her lips. “I’m not on duty yet,” he whispered. “So, we can go upstairs.” He tipped her off his knee and gathered his papers together, taking h
