Their lips met in a tentative brush, then paused for a beat of Susanne’s thudding heart.

Anja lifted one hand; Susanne wasn’t sure whether it was to push her away or pull her closer.

She held her breath.

Anja’s fingers curled around the back of her neck, warm against Susanne’s skin, igniting something deep inside. Her eyes fluttered closed. She lost her grip on the cat, along with the last shreds of her common sense. Muesli landed on the floor with a meow of protest.

Their mouths met in a careful caress that quickly grew more heated when Anja made a soft sound of pleasure in her throat. She pressed closer, her body fitting perfectly against Susanne’s, despite the difference in their heights.

Anja’s lips were even softer than they looked. Susanne traced their outline with the tip of her tongue.

Immediately, Anja parted her lips on a soft gasp, allowing Susanne to slip inside.

Mmm, raspberries. Anja tasted of the candy she had eaten and something Susanne couldn’t name. Something that made her head spin. Susanne’s knees wobbled, and Anja looped her arms around her neck and held on tighter as if she was afraid of falling too.

Anja gave Susanne’s tongue a tentative flick.

Heat spiked through her, jolting her senses, and her rational mind shut down completely. She forgot that they were co-workers, forgot that she wasn’t staying, forgot everything but the taste and the scent and the feel of Anja.

Soon, Anja lost her tentativeness and matched her caress for caress. Their tongues slid along each other, retreated, then met again.

God, she never wanted this to end. You have to. She knew she should stop this madness, but she couldn’t. Instead, her hands started to move of their own accord, sliding under Anja’s shirt to caress the indentation of her lower back.

Her skin was silky and warm, instantly making Susanne want to feel more, to explore every single part of her.

Anja tangled her fingers in Susanne’s hair and pulled her even closer.

Crazy. This was crazy. Crazy good.

A loud “meow” and the brush of a warm, small body along her calves finally jolted Susanne out of her erotic trance. Somehow she summoned the willpower to break the kiss and drew back with one last nibble on Anja’s full bottom lip.

Anja leaned her forehead on Susanne’s shoulder, her breathing as ragged as Susanne’s own.

Holy shit. Her heart thudded against her ribs.

When Anja lifted her head, her eyes were dazed. She touched her fingertips to her lips, which were as red as the raspberries she tasted like.