Page 161 of Sins of Innocence

She nods, solemn. "We are."

My gaze drops to the valley of her breasts. "We're something else too."

"Yes." Her breath hitches, a blush spreading over those delicious swells.

Horny. We are both in a constant state of arousal.

"Two weeks," I growl.

Her forehead thumps against my chest again. "I know."

Two weeks of sleeping beside her while her mom snored across the hall and the girls slept in the next room.

Two weeks of sporadically getting each other off in near silence.

Two weeks of hearing her laugh in the kitchen while I drank coffee and tried not to think about spreading her across the table.

Two weeks of her curling against me in bed, sleepy and warm, while my dick ached so bad I thought I might lose my mind.

I should've arranged a place for us to have privacy sooner.

Crowding her backward, I brace one hand beside her hip on the desk and lean down until my mouth is close to her ear. "Baby girl, if I don't get you alone soon, I'm gonna lose what little fuckin' self-control I've got left."

"You're not the only one." She groans. "But there are people literally ten feet away."

"I know." That’s the problem.

Her knees spread and she rubs herself against my hard thigh, hidden from view by my much bigger body.

Fucking hell.

More blood surges into my cock.

"You came all the way down here to sexually harass me at work?" she teases breathlessly.

"I came down here to kidnap my wife."

That gets me the reaction I wanted. Those gorgeous eyes widen before desire flashes through them, hot and needy.

"You can't just abduct me in the middle of the workday," she pretends to protest as she rides my thigh.

"Sure I can." I straighten and grab her cardigan off the back of her chair. "I'm your boss."

"I might work for you, but you are not my boss," she sasses.

"You sure about that, baby girl?"

She shivers but nods.

"Let's test it." I lift her into my arms.

She squeals. "Kieran! I have work to do."

"You've been here since eight."

"It's only eleven-thirty."

"And?"