Neville saw that and heat crawled up from his neck to his cheeks. His lips were still tingling from the phantom sensation of Grayson's lips on him. The faint taste of the man's pheromones still lingered on his tongue.
Dangerously addictive.
Neville turned around so fast his neck nearly cracked.
He needed to put distance between them and breathe.
Neville glanced at the holographic clock projected on Grayson's desk—they needed to work now.
The moment he tried to move, Neville forgot that he was still sitting on Grayson's lap and suddenly became aware of something else. There was something warm and hard underneath him. The realization of what it was made him even more desperate.
Get up. Get up right now.
Neville put both hands on the armrests and pushed—or tried to.
His arms were trembling under his own negligible weight. His legs weren't faring much better either.
