Wild Desire
She could go to his office and make love to him there, something like that.
‘On the desk top you mean? That always looks a bit tacky.’
‘Okay,’ agreed Lewis, smiling to himself. ‘Not the desk then, let’s say she just lifts her dress and sits on his lap while he’s sitting in his chair.’
‘Sounds good to me.’
‘Fine, then at the vital moment, when they’re both approaching the point of no return, the secretary walks in.’
‘Why? asked Mark. ‘Surely she’d knock first?’
‘Right, so we'll make her knock but she takes the sounds of passion coming from inside as permission to enter.’