A sandy-brown eyebrow arched as he stared at her. “Excuse me?”

She looked around the basement space. “It’s a closet where all the cleaning supplies are kept. Is that one?” She pointed to the door labeled “Maintenance.”

“A whiskey locker?”

She took him by the hand and pulled him towards the closet. “It’s what my dad calls it.”

“Will I learn more about this at a later date?” John asked as he flicked the light on and checked the dimensions of the small space.

Victoria entered first and moved aside the Caution: Wet Floor signs. “You will,” she said with a grin. “But first, I’d like to have one last night of covert fun.”

John closed the door behind him. “I can give you that, honey. I can fun you real good until my shift is over.” Under the dim yellow light of the single bulb, he looked bold and dangerous. He was dressed in a tight black T-shirt. Its sleeves stretched and held on for dear life around his biceps, while the expanse of his wide chest rose and fell with every deep, measured breath. John reached into the back pocket of his slim-fit khakis and pulled out a trusty condom.

Victoria let out a dizzying breath as he approached her. Her stomach contracted and a rush of heat flooded her entire body. Wet-hot desire pooled between her thighs as she awaited his touch. Something came over her as she appraised his beautiful body. She could never tire of staring at his thick, sinewy thighs wrapped in tight khakis, or the way his stomach was tanned and taut with a ladder of firm ab muscles. Victoria eyed the glint of the condom wrapper and shook her head. “We don’t need that right now,” she said in a suffocated whisper.

John paused right before her. His green eyes darkened as they flitted to her waist, and he shot her an irresistibly devastating grin. “Dr. Reese, would you like me to—”

“No, not tonight, although you do that extremely well.” Before he could ask any more questions, she closed the distance between them and rested her hands on his belt buckle. She tried to steady her shaking fingers as she slowly unraveled the leather at his waist. When she got to the button and zipper of his pants, she felt slightly more confident. Victoria looked up to see John watching her, realization dawning in his eyes as she leisurely pushed his waistband over the tight curve of his ass.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” he asked, huskiness lingering in his tone.