Page 43 of Love Under the Microscope
Before I can comprehend what’s happening, a chair rolls past me, and the next thing I know, I’m on the floor under Nigel’s desk with Jack lying on top of me. His scent surrounds me, and so does the heat emanating from his body.
Oh my God.
Why the fuck am I getting turned on when I’m about to be arrested?
CHAPTER 10
JACK
I lie on top of Zelda with my hand covering her mouth. Saying we’re in jeopardy doesn’t begin to explain the clusterfuck we’ve created for ourselves. My heart pounds so rapidly I’m sure the person standing outside the door can hear each beat.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Yet…I like being here with Zelda. I mean, she’s soft and sexy underneath me, and the scent of her perfume tickles my nose in a way that’s enticing, not annoying. Blood rushes to the one place I never expected it to go, and that shocks the hell out of me. I should feel more guilty than I do, but with her breathing heavily and eyes wide, it’s hard not to get turned on.
No biggie.
It’s the proximity of her body to mine.
That’s all.
It’s been a while since I’ve been this close to a woman. That’s why my body reacts as if circuits have gotten crisscrossed. She’s nothing like Aisha, so the attraction has to be just physical.
Yeah, that would explain why I want to kiss Zelda.
My little head is thinking for my big one.
But fuck. I really want to kiss her.
Damn the consequences. I need to taste her again.
But I can’t.
It’s not only the memory of my late fiancée. It’s Zelda herself.
Breaking into this office to find those papers is important to her. Important enough to risk having a criminal record. Me kissing the hell out of her might appease my needs, but it won’t help our situation.
Her lips move against my palm, and I can tell she’s smiling. Of course, she is.
“This isn’t funny,” I whisper close to her ear.
She mumbles against my palm, so I lower my hand.
“It is,” she says quietly. “And so damn cliché.”
Excitement brims in her eyes, and I can’t help but smile. “You’re loving this excitement, aren’t you?”
Zelda lifts her head so that her lips are closer to my ear, and I feel her breath on my cheek. It’s warm and soft like she is.
She nods. “Criminal life comes with such an adrenaline rush.”
“I keep thinking about jail.” No one has entered the office yet. I pull the chair I pushed out of the way so we could crawl under closer to try to hide us. I’m not sure it’ll work, but I hope so. When the door suddenly opens, we both freeze, and I place a finger to my lips, warning her to be quiet.
Thankfully, the desk we’re under has a kickboard at the front, so that also hides us. The greater risk is if they come around, notice the chair sticking out, and try to sit at the desk. It’s a tight fit, and they’ll see us or kick us if they take a seat and scoot even an inch or two forward.
“Okay,” a woman says, “you’ve got me here. What do you plan to do about it?”
Both Zelda’s and my eyes go wide. The woman’s sensual tone tells us what’s about to happen.
