The Way We Wed. Pat Warren

Jeff molded her small frame to his with his big hands at her back. He felt his senses surge at the feel of that soft female body against his. He wanted nothing more than to shove open her door, follow her inside and slowly strip off all her clothes before moving to her big double bed.

      But alas, SPEAR frowned on its agents cohabiting openly. So, although it cost him, he reluctantly stepped back. “See you tomorrow?” he asked, his voice husky.

      She nodded vaguely and drifted inside.

      Jeff heard the lock click, then turned to enter his own room across the hall. An ice-cold shower might be in order, he decided.