With a clever wiggle, she sat up on the desk to wrap her legs around his hips. The harder John kissed, the harder she kissed him back. Her hands pushed and pulled John's shirt until her nails could score his skin. Pam groaned against his mouth. "Damn Eric, he's right. So very pretty."
He stopped kissing but stayed on Harry. His lips brushed his when he spoke with a growl. "I love you, Harry Dresden. And I'm going to spend centuries showing you. Often."
He slipped back to his seat. While staring at Harry, he licked his lips. "Phone."