Page 47 of His Secretary's Nine-Month Notice

‘Myparents?’

‘Why not?’

‘Why not, indeed?’ he murmured. ‘What time are they over?’

‘We have a couple of hours. They won’t be here until seven forty-five.’

‘In that case...’ He leant down to brush his mouth against her neck and, at the same time, he curved a possessive hand underneath the short-sleeved jumper to find the swell of her naked breasts, because she was braless. On cue, he hardened, and even more so when he pushed up the jumper to tease her nipple between his fingers. ‘We have plenty of time for me to look in on Matilda and then have ourselves a little bit of fun...wouldn’t you agree?’

Violet smiled. Yes, she would agree. She tiptoed to curl her hands around his neck and pulled him to her so that she could kiss him, a long, lingering kiss, full of love, desire and adoration.

She most certainly would agree.