Good heavens, that's not what I meant at all. She had no idea he'd be busy in Ian Shaw's office until now; she'd assumed he had gone home to rest after finishing his work.
Julian Donovan lowered his head and captured her murmuring lips, nipping and devouring them as his arms tightened, pulling her forcefully into his embrace. Naomi Shaw gasped softly,
"Julian, I... I'm really hungry..."
She was starving. She also knew all too well that *that* was a physical activity. If she didn't eat something, she was afraid he would wear her out until she passed out.
Julian Donovan released her, clearly displeased.
"Good, I'm hungry too. Make a plate for me while you're at it."
With that, he pushed open her door and went into her room. Naomi Shaw stomped her foot in frustration outside. What would the maids think if they saw him in her room in the middle of the night? Besides, if the maids saw him, there would be no hiding it from Ian Shaw.
