When the whiskey was gone, she lowered the glass and stared into it. Then slowly, she raised her eyes to mine. In half a second, our bodies and mouths slammed together, the glass shattering at our feet. Our tongues were hot and demanding, our arms clinging tight. I moved her away from the window and backed her up to the edge of her desk, dragging my lips down her throat and her dress up her thighs.
