Page 55 of Stolen Kiss

“Okay, thanks.”

“Has Mr Shaw secured your attendance for Sunday lunch?” she asked, giggling.

“Yes, he has, we had a battle for three and a half minutes and I suspect I was hustled.”

“You’d be right there. What Mr Shaw wants, Mr Shaw gets.”

“I’m starting to figure that out.”

“I gotta go. Kids to teach.”

Freya left him alone, and he entered the break room and saw Heidi hunched over the table. When he rounded the side he saw she had ear buds in and was wolfing down a sandwich, popping the last square into her mouth. She jumped when he came into view and then gave him a brilliant smile around a hard swallow.

“You scare the crap out of me,” she said.

“Can I close this door?”

“Sure,” she said giving him a grin.

He pushed the door shut and then leaned against it. If they were going to be interrupted, he’d want a warning first.

“Come over here,” he said.

Heidi looked shy and then left her seat to walk over to him. She walked right into his space until her chest was almost touching his. She was wearing a clean set of blue trousers and over shirt. A pen was poking out of her breast pocket. He slid an arm around her waist and closed the distance, widening his feet and positioning her between them.

“I thought I’d say hi,” he said and then dipped his head to kiss her mouth.

He toyed with her, nipping her bottom lip and then kissing her neck.

“I like these hellos,” she said.

He was glad she was receptive after the revelation they had both been lied to by her brother.

“I like this one better,” he said, holding the back of her head so he could kiss her deeply. She opened for him and waited for him to slide his tongue inside her mouth. Once he did she pressed deeper against him, pushing her hands under the hem of his t-shirt and jumper to find his bare skin. He had trouble keeping control when she lazily traced the inch above his belt back and forth. Jason was sure it was frowned upon having sex in the break room of a doctor’s surgery but he was willing to put up with the gossip.

“How much of your lunch break have you got left?”

She giggled over his lips, understanding exactly what he was hinting at.

“Five minutes.”

Damn.

“Shame. Can I see you tonight?”

“Are you cooking me dinner? Please say yes.”

“I can do that. What you in the mood for?”

“Anything at all. It doesn’t matter what it is, because I didn’t have to cook it.”

“All right. What time shall I be at your place?”

“Six? I should be home about then.”

“It’s a date, sweetheart,” he said and kissed her again. “I’ll let you get back to work.

“Shame.”

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