Page 65 of Kiss Me Tonight

Except that I move too fast.

Too abruptly.

There’s a moment of pure panic when I know we’re about to fall ass-to-the-ground, but I’m too wound up to think of anything but Dominic, lips, huge erection, sex, now. In that order. Then the dratted panic ensues as gravity proves almighty.

My arms pinwheel and the desk tips backward, and we land in a tangle of legs and elbows and sunglasses gone rogue.

“Ooomf.”

Dominic’s arms wrap around me, catching the brunt of my fall like a true gentleman in disguise. We’re poised at an awkward angle, his calves trussed up on the side of the metal desk like he’s on the verge of being strung up on a rotating spit above a fire. I breathe in his London High polo, my legs sprawled out behind me. For the record, his chest is marvelous. Hard, no cushiony spring in sight. The stony muscle under my cheek is the stuff of legend.

“I’m blue da ba dee da ba die!”

The massive chest beneath me deflates as he grunts, “Your ass is singingBlueby Eiffel 65.”

I fumble, arm behind my back, to grab my cell phone from my shorts pocket. Already knowing who it is, I say to Dominic, “I’m surprised you know the song.”

“Whodoesn’tremember this song? It might as well have been theBaby Sharkof the 90s.”

Quirking a smile at his bad joke, I stare at the lit-up screen for only a second before pressing the little green telephone and letting my head droop like a wilted flower back onto Dominic’s chest.Hello there, Bad Decisions, so nice to be reacquainted. “We’re on our way.”

“Do I even want to fucking know where the two of you went off to?” Adam shouts, loud enough to be heard halfway to Pittsburgh. “Is DaSilva dead? Is that what happened?”

Nothing about Dominic is remotely dead. No, sirree. His breathing is still ragged and his head is thrown back like he’s desperate to finish what we started and one peek down at his shorts is all I need to know that he isverymuch alive. And hard. So very, very hard.

“Is this not the time to fill you in that I disposed of his body?” Regretfully, I hoist myself up onto my knees. “He’s in the back garden that Principal Moyer loved so much two decades ago.”

“Levi.”

“We’re going,” I assure my boss, watching avidly as Dominic rearranges his more-than-obvious erection before standing the desk back up on its four spindly legs. I’m surprised it lasted as long as it did. They sure do make them stronger now than they did back in my day. “I promise.”

“Now, before I demote you and promote DaSilva just to see you both suffer.”

The line goes dead.

I swallow, then tuck my phone back into my pocket. Swallow again because while the nerves took a hike during our heavy-duty make-out session, they’re already back in full force.

Holy crap.

We just did that.

Ijust did that.

“How would you get rid of my body?” Dominic asks after a small pause, his voice gruff.

My gaze snaps up to meet his. Relief grips my shoulders when I see the humor flaring to life beneath his usual stoic expression. “Lye.” I slip his hat off my head and, indicating for him to help a girl out a little and bend down some, I settle it on top of his. “Give it a few months and no one will ever know you were there.”

He whistles low. “Savage.”

I fake a hair-toss, keenly aware of my wobbling top knot. “I don’t leave room for error.”

“What would you make of the last fifteen minutes?” Dark eyes home in on my face, laser-focused as though he’s trying to get a script for my brain. “Bad call in judgment?”

I lick my lips. Scoop up his sunglasses from the tile floor and hold them out for him to take. “In every which way,” I answer with full honesty.

My personal bubble goespop!as he steps in close. Lowers his head to kiss the line of my jaw. “You gonna let me finish what we started?”

Like my body has a mind of its own, I feel my head tip to the side, giving him more room to play. “Give me a good reason to say yes and I’ll consider it.”

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