Fuck. Barty was so fucked. Had been since the moment he'd broken down and kissed Chas. Using one hand to pull his wand from his pocket, he cast a nonverbal locking charm on his door before activating the silencing charms he had on his office. He couldn't chance his assistant hearing the sounds the two of them were eliciting from one another; this couldn't leave his office. The moment her fingertips found his skin, all bets were off.
His hands moved under her thighs and forcefully pulled her legs up around his waist as he backed her against the closest wall. Perhaps he should have taken more pains to make sure her head didn't hit the wall or anything, but he didn't think she'd mind a little bit of pain. No, they were so similar in that regard. Her name fell from his lips again as his mouth descended upon her neck, biting at her flesh as his hands moved under her jacket, her top, and his fingers dug into the skin just above her hips. He was so very, very fucked.