I didn’t know who moved first, but all of a sudden my hands were cupping her face and in an instant our lips crashed together in a frenzied kiss that scorched my skin.
She tasted like strawberries. Her lips silky and perfect as they moved against mine. She pressed her body close. She fit perfectly against me, the soft curves of her meeting every hard plane of me. Her hands fisted the lapels of my jacket, trying to draw herself even nearer. She let out a small noise deep in her throat and it drove me absolutely insane.
My hands traveled down to her hips, gripping them tightly as I stepped forward, guiding her backward until she hit the end of the mahogany desk. We never broke our kiss, our tongues exploring as I lifted her up onto the desktop, knocking things over and sending shiny golden pens clacking onto the floor.
Her knees got in the way, her dress holding them tightly together. Impatient, I pushed her dress up just enough that the slit met her thighs and she wrapped her legs around my hips, making me groan.