Noel’s gasp seemed to echo in the empty office as Jackson’s hand cupped her breast.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Spirals of heat whipped around her as her assistant laughed and squeezed the sensitive flesh in his grasp.
“Haven’t you heard? The world’s ending. This is our last chance.”
Noel shivered, hating the spikes of arousal making her breath hitch in her throat when Jackson brushed his lips against her earlobe.
“Last chance for what?”
“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. We don’t have much time and I’m going to need every damn second left to make sweet love to this delectable body of yours.”
His words made her wet. She moaned as his fingers slipped inside her blazer to tease her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.
“I don’t believe the world’s coming to an end, Jackson.”
He kissed her temple and she could almost feel him smile in her hair.
“Last chance, Noel. Our world’s collide now or never.”
Copyright © Nichelle Gregory, 2012