THE PANIC ROOM
~MAYA~
"Silas," I breathed, gripping the edge of the desk until my knuckles went white. "I thought we were here to work."
He pressed his hips into my backside, the hard peak of his erection grinding against me through his trousers. His breath was hot against my ear.
"We are working, Maya." His voice vibrated through my spine. "This is exactly what I need to focus. Consider it stress relief. Necessary to operations."
Before I could respond, his hands moved. He gathered the hem of my dress, bunching the fabric in his fists, hiking it up until it pooled around my waist.
Cool air hit my thighs.
"White lace," he muttered, dark and appreciative. "God, I haven't been able to think straight since this morning. I couldn't survive another twenty-four hours without having you. I
