“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he growled against her mouth. Penelope couldn’t think of anything else but the way he kissed her. With such fierce possessiveness she doubted he ever kissed his wife like that.

She held onto the collar of his jacket as her feet left the ground. Her back instantly pressed against something solid while something entirely different pressed into her crotch sending fire up her spine.

She moaned softly into his mouth. “Do you want to stop?”

One of his hand left her waist and plunged under her skirt answering her question. Though his mouth was saying something else.
“Fuck. We really shouldn’t.”

Penelope arched her hips into him grinding against his hard erection wanting him to shut up already. A deep growl escapes the...