"The van, the fire escape..." The connection between them gave him a rush of joy which in turn gave Jessica his rush of drunk desire.

Less steady than ever before with her, Diego stepped back and fumbled to get out of his shirt. He cut himself with a knife he'd forgotten about. It wasn't a serious laceration but one that caused him to jump and quickly get rid of the two others, slamming them down on her desk.

"I'll go anywhere you want. Upstairs, on the stairs, on your desk." His response was in a dropped octave as he stared with all the heat of how badly he wanted her.