Sneak Peek of Book Six - Natural Reaction

I'm planning on uploading Book Six - Natural Reaction - tomorrow!!! But, in the meantime, I thought I'd give you a sneak peek of one of my favorite scenes:

I'm waiting for my AMAZING editors to read through the story and send me their corrections. In the meantime I thought I'd share a sneak peak with you - one of my favorite scenes: :)

He closed the file and pushed it to the side of his desk. “You know what the problem is?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, what’s the problem.”
He motioned her closer. “I really think we need to be careful about who hears this,” he said, lowering his voice and leaning across his desk.
Moving closer, she asked anxiously, “What is it?”
Shaking his head, he leaned even further across the desk, so she could feel his breath on her face. “Every damn time I start reading these reports, a mental image of you in silk stockings and a black dress pops into my head and I’m useless.”
She bit her lower lip to contain the laughter. ‘Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” she lied.
He reached up, slid his hand around her neck and pulled her even closer. “Yeah, well, I’m not,” he said, reaching up and kissing her.
A discreet knock on the door had them pulling apart like guilty teenagers. Mary jumped off the desk and was already standing next to the window when Dorothy came through the door with a handful of files.
“Thank you, Dorothy,” Bradley said, clearing his throat. “Is there anything else?”
Dorothy seemed to be having a difficult time schooling her features into the professional reserve she usually maintained. “Well, sir,” she said. “I think it might be beneficial if you move the mobile intercom from where you have it on your desk.”
“I’m sorry?” Bradley asked, looking at the metal box sitting below him on the desk.
“Well, sir, when you lean forward on your desk, you inadvertently press the button,” she said.
Bradley looked down at the button, over at Mary and his face began to slowly turn red. “When I lean forward I accidentally press the intercom button,” he repeated. “And perhaps that recently happened?”
Dorothy nodded. “And I must say that most of the officers online agree that Miss O’Reilly dressed in silk stockings and a black dress would be distracting to them too.”
Mary clapped her hand over her mouth and turned to the window.
Bradley loosened his shirt collar. “Thank you, Dorothy, I appreciate your advice,” he said, picking up the intercom and moving it to the other side of his desk. “And I appreciate your quick intervention.”
Then he smiled at Mary. “And, for the record, even without silk stockings she is quite distracting.”
Once the door closed Mary dissolved into a fit of laughter. “Oh, Bradley, I am so sorry,” she chortled. “But you should have seen your face.”
He didn’t say a word, just met her eyes, slowly stood up and walked away from his desk. Their eyes locked, he moved next to her, reached past her and systematically closed all of the blinds. Then reaching backwards, he pressed the button on the intercom. “Dorothy, I’m going to kiss Miss O’Reilly now, do I have an all clear?”
He heard his assistant giggle. “Yes, sir, you do.”
“Go Chief!” one of his officers called, followed by a chorus of whistles and encouragement.
He lifted his finger from the button and slipped his hands up Mary’s arms, finally cradling her face in his hands. “Do I have the all clear, Miss O’Reilly?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, you do.”