“I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I don’t fucking believe you.” I lean in close so even Molly can’t hear what I say next. “If you fucking look at her again, it’ll be the last thing your eyeballs do before I pop them out of your skull, do you understand me?”
“You can’t?—”
“I can. I am. I will. What you mean to say is,I’m sorry for being unprofessional, Ms. Henderson.” I step back, shaking him off my hand like a wet rag.
He scowls at me, then stares at the floor in front of Molly’s feet. “I’m sorry for being unprofessional, M-Ms. Henderson.”
After he scurries away, I follow Molly into her office and close the door. “Don’t get mad at me when he’s fired later.”
“Don’t fire him,” she says. Then she looks at the door. “That wasn’t necessary.”
“Disagree.”
“I mean the closed door.”
“Ah. I also disagree about that.” I cross to her and pull her close. “This might be the last chance I get to kiss you for a week.”
“You just threatened to blind a man for hitting on me in the workplace.”
Oh, sheheard that?
“That’s different. He’s not your husband.” God, she feels good in my arms.
“You said we’d keep this secret…” But she’s already softening for me.
“We will.”
“You closed the door.” She pushes up on her toes.
My wife wants a kiss just as much as I do.
“You’ll have to be quiet.”
She is. I give her my mouth, and she takes it eagerly, her tongue pushing against mine. It’s not a long kiss, it can’t be, but it’s enough to reconnect us, to ground me.
When we break apart, we’re breathing hard.
“I want more,” I admit. I mean it on so many levels.
“Not here.”
Yes, here. Yes, anywhere. But not today. Not yet.
“I know. But itisokay to let your husband make you feel good.” I kiss her again, spearing my tongue against hers, tasting her desire, her eagerness to soften. Then I prop my hip against her desk. “What was your meeting about?”
She squeaks. “We aren’t making small talk.”
“I’m asking my wife about her work.”
“Oh.” She exhales shakily. “It was about social media visibility and SEO stuff.”
“SEO?”
“Search engine optimization.”
“Ah.”
