She moved around his desk with a sly grin, trailing the fingers of one hand across it. She insinuated herself between him and his desk, slipping her hip up onto it, perching on the edge.
She leaned in, as if talking secrets only for him, and spoke softly. "I've been having thoughts about a man I shouldn't have thoughts about. Sinful, wicked thoughts. Of his lips on mine, the brush of his tongue, his hands on my body."