Her father’s so-called office was really just a small alcove behind the pegboard wall with all the parts on it. Dad had done most of his paperwork on the kitchen table in the house, but he liked the idea of having an official office. He’d moved his own grandfather’s ancient worktable back there. It made for a very large, sturdy desk. Almost...bed-sized. He’d added an office chair and a few tall metal file cabinets.

Mike was already pushing her backward in that direction, still kissing her, when she put her hands on his shoulders.

“Wait.”

He froze. “You want to stop?” His eyes were warm with concern. And more than a little disappointment.

“Oh, no—not stopping.” She gave a soft laugh. “I was just going to say there’s a pile of old blankets and pads in that plastic bin in the corner. Dad used them to protect things he brought back here for repair, especially the antique stuff. They’ll be a lot softer under my butt than solid wood.”

Mike chuckled. “I’m more than willing to be the one with his butt on the desktop, but that sounds like a great idea. For the record...” He winked as he turned for the bin. “I’m really glad you weren’t telling me you wanted to stop.”

“Did you bring protection?” She cut in front of him so she could move a few papers—and wipe a good layer of dust—from the table. It was already pushed into the corner of the office space. That would reduce the chances of them rolling onto the floor if they got carried away. She couldn’t stop marveling at what they were doing.

“Yes,” Mike answered, “But they’re not as colorful as last time.”

Zoey shook out the blankets and made a nest with them on top of the desk, tossing some pillows in the corner. “Despite all your grumbling, you’re pretty good at this dirty little secret thing.”

“Oh, honey,” he answered, stepping behind her and wrapping one arm around her waist. With the other, he tossed the condoms onto the blankets. “I’m good at a lot of things.”

He kissed the back of her neck while his fingers found the zipper on the front of her shorts. He unfastened them and pushed them below her hips before turning her to face him.

“And one of the things I’m good at is imagining you sitting on the edge of this desk while I sit in that chair and devour you.”

The image was so flat out sexy that it seemed to stun both of them. They stared at each other, wide-eyed, as if to say are we really doing this? Then Zoey came to her senses and kicked off her shorts and panties before hopping onto the desk. She swept her hair back over her shoulder and arched one eyebrow high.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”