In the back of my mind I knew that this was wrong, but it seemed as though every fiber in me wanted his lips on mine, and his hands on my body.
His hands squeezed my thighs, slowly and teasingly moving towards my core. But no matter how much I was enjoying this forbidden passion, my subconscious told me to stop and I couldn't get that far with my boss.
I pushed gently on his chest until his lips parted mine with a delicious smack.
"M-Mr. Hemmings we shouldn't b-be doing this."
"Oh, but Desirae, I think we should."