Page 20 of Protect and Serve

She made tiny esses in the grease on his pec, scraping his nipple…purely by accident. “Should I…ask for something else?”

“You can ask for anything you want, right now.” He pulled her closer and rubbed his erection against her.

Her eyes widened. “Is that a prosthetic?”

“A what?”

“You know. A prosthetic penis.”

“What!?”

“The guys use them all the time. To give them—you know—bulk.”

He lowered his head. “I don’t need bulk.”

No. He didn’t. His cock thrummed against her belly. Her pulse kicked up an answering rhythm.

God, he was gorgeous.

And his kiss was glorious. Unlike the ones last night, this wasn’t gentle or exploratory. This was a full-fledged, full-bodied kiss meant to debauch. And it didn’t take long for passion to flare between them. And now, they were in private. Behind closed doors. Alone.

Something from her desk fell to the ground as he pushed her against it and deepened the kiss. She couldn’t have cared less what it was. She clutched at his shoulders and raked him with her nails because she loved the way he reacted to that.

He shoved her legs apart and insinuated himself between them, rubbing that hard, full cock against her aching clit through the jeans—and damn it all anyway. Why did she have to be wearing jeans? All she wanted was more, more, more. Flesh against flesh. Bare naked and sweaty.

A bed would be nice.

But she was hardly—

A knock on the door scattered her thoughts, but it took a moment for it to register in her consciousness. It wasn’t until he lifted his head that she realized it was an intrusion.

“Fuck.”

“Claire? Claire? Are you all right?”

Damn Lisa and her goddamn incessant caring about everything.

She straightened, adjusted her blouse, which had somehow become rumpled, and frowned at Charlie.

“What?” His expression made it clear he had no shirt to straighten.

She was damn well aware of that.

She handed him a binder. “Cover yourself.”

His brow lifted and he placed the binder over one nipple. “Like this?”

With a gusted sigh, she eased the binder down until it covered his burgeoning hard-on.

And just in time. The door opened and Lisa pushed in.

And Cody.

And Cade.

Claire peeped around them to see if the rest of the cast of Ben Hur had arrived as well.

“Are you all right?” Lisa asked with a glance at Charlie.