Page 34 of Under The Meh-stletoe

The storage room had enough space for shelves on every wall, full of serviceable knickknacks, toilet paper, and office supplies. It also had a door and a lock, which Daniel closed thoroughly. The click of it resounded on the space, highlighting the reduced dimensions of the room.

"Fuck, I need a break." He rested against the door and sighed. "Too much socializing."

"I'm going to assume that's why you locked us in? So no one bothers us?"

"Sure." He pushed himself off the wooden surface and prowled toward me. "That's why."

"I can't fathom any other reasons." I smirked.

His voice turned into a rumble. "Then I'm not doing things right."

He grabbed me by the nape and pulled me to him. His lips immediately intense, he kissed me like he craved me. Like he couldn't get enough of me. I grabbed his blue plaid shirt in both hands; my knees wobbled. I needed support.

With the full weight of his body, he pressed on me until I hit a shelf. Metal dug into my shoulders and lower back, yet I didn't care. I unbuttoned his plaid and ran my hands over his undershirt.

He kissed my jaw, my neck. "I've been thinking about this."

"Me too."

"How much?" He nibbled on my clavicle.

I grabbed him by his belt and pulled him closer to me. "Lots. So much."

"What have you been thinking about? Be specific."

"Your cologne."

He grabbed the rolls above my jeans, his teeth on my earlobe.

"How your plaid shirt always reminds me of you chopping down that tree."

He chuckled. "Think about that much?"

"Plenty brawny for me, yes."

His hands went around to grab handfuls of my ass. "Tell me more."

"Do you like it when I talk? Tell you what kind of horny thoughts you put in my mind?"

He groaned and kissed me so hard I almost forgot I'd asked him a question.

He pushed his erection on me. "Yes. I want to know every one of those thoughts."

"Well, then let me tell you—"

A knock at the door interrupted us. The frown that appeared on Daniel's face was the worst I'd ever seen.

Fuck, he uttered.

"So how about that tape?" Janet asked from the other side of the door, humor in her voice.

"She knows," I whispered. "Or she wouldn't have knocked."

Daniel groaned.

"Still looking!" I pushed Daniel away and straightened my clothes.

"We're still talking about confidential committee business." He added as he accommodated his hard on in his pants.