And why was all my reasoning being thrown out the window, even if I knew it was wrong?

He rose up from his chair, those strong arms about me, lifting me up and tipping me back over the table as he kissed me so deeply. He had such strength in those arms, and I knew it came from his long sessions in the private gym I so often cleaned up for him. Even bent over like that, he held my ample figure in his grasp as if I were nothing.

“You’re too perfect to let go,” he murmured in the brief gap that our lips broke their seal, in which...