Red-hot in his arms, Jenny grasped at him, wrapping her arms around his impossibly broad shoulders. He picked her up and swept her down. Her back was on the couch, and he loomed over her then dropped down with a mind-bending kiss, pressing his weight between her thighs. One leg stayed pinned between him and the back of the couch, the other snaked up his strong, lean muscles.

She opened her eyes, skipping her hands into his hair. He leaned to the side and tore at her shirt, pushing it up her stomach, over her bra, and locked his mouth around her nipple.

“I love that.” Intense pleasure-pain roared through her as he plucked and sucked. “I love…” You. She always had. But that wasn’t for him to know. No reason to ruin this.

He pulled the other bra cup down and covered her breast with his palm. His massaging fingers were better than she’d imagined, and as he rolled his tongue over one tip and his thumb and forefinger over the other, she couldn’t feel anything other than the ecstasy rolling from his touch, moving lower, lower, lower, all the way to her craving canal.

“Keep moaning like that, and we’ll never make it into your bed.” His light-colored eyes had darkened. Their shocking intensity made him look possessive, carnal—

A loud rap on the door froze Jenny into place with her hands gripping his shirt. They stopped. Their uneven breaths and heaving chests mirrored one another, and his head dropped, placing one languid kiss over the breast he’d been deeply sucking.

Asher pulled her shirt down. “Change in shifts. New agent. They’ll need to check in with me.”

He sat up as another rap echoed on the door and ran a hand over his face. Jenny pulled her legs back, flushed and dizzy, then scooted back on the couch, staring at him. What to say?

A third knock banged through the apartment, and Molly walked down the hall. “Jeez, isn’t anyone going to—” She did a double take, and Jenny knew they were so busted. “Never mind. I got it.”

Asher stood up. “No. Hang on. You’re not answering the door when there’s a lunatic out there.” He walked to the front door, looked out the peephole, and answered.

Molly mouthed, “Oh my God,” and pointed at her brother then Jenny.

Cheeks flaming from arousal and awareness, she shrugged, pulling the blanket over her. She mouthed back, “Go away.”

Asher walked in with the agent and made introductions. The congressman was back; whoever the man on the couch was had been shelved. They finished small talk, and the agent moved to his post. Asher shut and locked the door, turned, eyeing both her and a giggling Molly. Very mature, Molls.

The hot and heavy moment was so gone, and they’d been so obvious, she had to laugh too. Even Asher-the-Congressman chuckled, and Jenny pulled the blanket over her head. “Go away, Molly.”