Marriage by Mistake

life altogether. "Fine," he said. "I'll prove it."
    Triumph—or was it arousal—flashed across her face. Dean felt a simultaneous fire blaze inside, but he could manage this. He did have the self-control.
    Jaw clenched, he put one hand over hers. He moved it down from his tie. But that didn't really help. As she looked up at him he could feel heat spread from his center out to his extremities. But, fine. That didn't mean he was going to get carried away . He could kiss her and stop at that. In fact, he could make it a very short kiss. He had that much control.
    He put his free hand on her cheek and bent his face to hers. They would touch lips, he decided. That defined a kiss. And it wouldn't be cowardly to leave it at that. Simply...prudent. His face lowered. Mouth touched mouth.
    At the contact of his flesh to hers an incredible sensation rushed through Dean. A tidal wave, a volcano, a hurricane.
    But still... He could pull back. He could stop there, as Kelly had taunted him that he couldn't. Even against a hurricane he could maintain control. But Dean didn't pull back. His lips stayed pressed against Kelly's.
    He waited for the hurricane to pass, but there was no attenuation. On the contrary, the sensation grew wilder. More out of control. Dean felt his lips move against hers.
    Oh, her lips were soft, pliant, amazingly giving beneath the savagery growing inside him. Then she moaned.
    It was the merest sound, like a kitten's mew. But it made Dean breathe in hard and feel even more barbaric. He moved closer. God, he couldn't stop—feeling. It was—overpowering. His grip on her tightened and his mouth got fierce.
    Kelly melted under this assault. Gulping in air, Dean squeezed her yet closer. His hands moved up and down her back.
    He needed to stop. This was getting completely out of hand. He felt positively ablaze. But instead of stopping, he deepened the kiss, using his tongue. He slipped one hand beneath her shirt.
    "The door." It was a hoarse whisper from Kelly, only possible because Dean had relinquished her mouth for her neck.
    "Hmm?" Dean's seeking fingers found the nipple riding the softness of her breast. That wonderful nipple was taut and aroused, like himself.
    "The door," she croaked, arching backward. "It's not locked."
    Dean's busy fingers halted. The door, not locked. But—locking the door would mean he was committed, that he was going to proceed with this madness. That he wasn't going to stop.
    And he was going to stop...
    In just a minute.
    Meanwhile...he nipped her ear. She gasped. The sound, the way her body jerked in response, pushed a roll of pleasure through him. He heard an animal sound come out of his throat.
    Stop , a voice whispered, very dim, and far away. Dean ignored it. He leaned back, hitting his desk. But rather than distancing himself from Kelly, he pulled her with him, hip pressed to hip. In the moment of sway, while her shoulders were back, he pushed up her shirt.
    Her breasts were a beautiful sight, aroused, as his fingers had discovered already, the nipples large and pink. Growling, Dean lowered his mouth.
    She moaned again, louder than that kitten thing, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. Dean couldn't get enough of her. She tasted so good . He suckled hard, not the delicate dance he usually played, tantalizing, in control. This was crazy, like wildfire, ferocious.
    She shoved her pelvis against him. "The door," she said again, a soft wail.
    Dean flailed back with one hand. The intercom. It took a minute to find the button, as he refused to let his mouth leave Kelly's breast.
    "Yes, Mr. Singleton?" Mrs. Barnes' fluty tones swept into the room.
    Dean forced his lips from Kelly's nipple. "No interruptions."
    "Yes, Mr.—" Mrs. Barnes' voice cut off as Dean released his hand from the intercom. He moved that hand to Kelly's rear.
    "This is—" Kelly's words ended on a groan as Dean palmed her bottom. Head thrown back, she began circling her hips against his.
    This was crazy, insane, but Dean was beyond caring. It had been building for some time—from the moment she'd first burst through his conference room door three weeks ago, in fact, and he was through fighting it. God help him but they were going to finish this. Holding her hips close to his, he turned them both so that she was the one leaning against the desk.
    Kelly understood what he wanted, parting her legs so she could wrap them around him. Dean drew in a deep breath and took her mouth again. Tongue plundering, he