“You are going to be late for work?” she murmured breathlessly against his lips, but made no effort to move away.
“I am the boss… I can’t be late to my own office. It’s one of the perks of being the boss.”
A hum vibrating in her throat was her only response as her mouth opened at the first searing, searching thrust of his tongue, her tongue dancing with his, flirting with his outrageously, boldly, wantonly. He groaned deeply as he deepened the kiss, his hands guiding her body as he backed her up against the nearest kitchen wall, his mouth increasing its pressure, its heat, and its passion until she felt as if she was being sucked into a whirlpool of clawing, desperate need.
She was supposed to be making breakfast, not making out with Christopher against the kitchen wall. They had alread
