Jenna froze. Her mind was in complete disarray, her heart pounding so loudly she could barely hear anything else. His lips were warm against hers, moving slowly, teasingly, as if waiting for her to respond. But she couldn’t. She was too stunned.
His hand, which had daringly slid under her skirt, rested lightly on her thigh, his fingers tracing soft, lazy circles on her skin. A shiver ran down her spine, and she sucked in a sharp breath. This was dangerous. This was forbidden.
She should push him away. She should slap him. She should remind him that they were in the office, in the conference room, where anyone could walk in at any moment. But her body wasn’t cooperating.
Heirman deepened the kiss, tilting his head to press more firmly against her lips, his hand moving just a fraction hig
