He walked around her desk and leaned over her to dip his head. He brushed his mouth along hers in a chaste kiss. She closed her eyes briefly and lifted her chin toward him as he pulled away, a small whimper falling from her lips. When she opened her eyes, he was smiling down at her. The man never stopped smiling, and she loved it. She cleared her throat. “You said you’d keep your hands to yourself,” she whispered. He moved his head to brush his lips along her cheek to her ear. “I didn’t say anything about my mouth,” he whispered to her.
