“It can only be tonight. One more taste to cure the hunger.”

“Yes, only tonight, like a dream,” she echoed his concerns, knowing the roadblocks between them. She, his subordinate. He, her superior.

“That’s right, sugar,” he murmured, sliding his hand across her lower back, pulling her into him, nice and close. “Like a filthy, dirty dream.” He tilted his head down to her, his warm breath brushing across her lips. “A dream where the good girl wants to make some bad decisions.”