“You’re not making any sense, Mr Blakeley, and I’m still late for my meeting. Now, unhand me at once,” she ordered him.

He chuckled. “I knew there was a devil inside that timidity. You’re found out.”

She sighed. “Someone will come by. Would you like them to see us like this?” she asked.

“I’m quite comfortable,” he grinned.

“I’m sure you are,” she said icily. “This is probably just improving your reputation as a first-class Casanova, but I don’t want any part of that.”

“Just admit that you thought about it and wanted more,” he said smoothly as if he was reading her most secrets fantasies.

“I might consider kicking you somewhere that really hurts,” she added in a sugar-coated voice. “Somewhere that might prevent you from ever having kids.”

“You wouldn’t,” he said and held her tighter.

She felt the devilish side of her return. Surprise him, it urged her. She quite enjoyed feeling his warm body beneath her. Another time and place would have been much better. She didn’t care too much for the audience they would soon have.

But threats hadn’t worked. Nor had appealing to his senses. That left the opposite response.

“Or I might do something more interesting,” she said while she lifted her chest slightly away from his.

Spreading her legs and pushing her lower regions against his bulge at the same time. She smiled at him while she started rubbing herself against him. Feeling how he got harder inside of his thin pants. He took a deep breath and groaned deeply.

She chuckled. “Whose reputation will suffer the most, do you think?” she asked smoothly. “Yours? Or mine? I bet there’s plenty of my female colleagues that want to know if the boss is as well-endowed as the rumours imply. Hmm?” She rubbed a little harder against him, feeling her body becoming aroused at the same time. “I bet they will enjoy seeing you right now,” she said hoarsely.