After Hours

Emma has long-admired Liam, who works his way through college by cleaning her office. But she had no intention of acting upon the attraction, until one fateful night during a thunderstorm, when the two of them are trapped in the elevator after hours. When he confesses his lack of experience, she's more than willing to teach him everything, except she forgets one important lesson: protection.

Excerpt:
I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes and stretching my arms over my head. I worked my head from side to side, trying to work out the persistent kink that had taken up residence in my neck.

Doing so only seemed to make my muscles lock up more.

I really should have left this for Monday. But I’d known that thoughts of the unfinished files would have haunted me all weekend, so I’d chosen to stay.
“Are you almost done?”

I jumped at the sound of the voice, then relaxed slightly when I realized who it was. I swiveled my chair around to face Liam, who was the newest member of the office cleaning crew. He was in his early twenties and working the job to help pay for his final years in college.

He was also cute and so adorably earnest about everything, that I couldn’t help smiling every time I saw him. Like now. “It’s looking like another hour at least. But don’t let my presence stop you.” I tapped a pair of noise-cancelling headphones that lay on my desk. “I can use these to keep concentrating on my work if you need to vacuum.”

His eyes were not on my face, but somewhere lower, and I realized that during my last stretch, I’d managed to pop more than a couple of buttons on my blouse. Giving him quite an eyeful of my lacy black bra.

Heat rushed into my face, but I couldn’t say it was entirely from embarrassment. Not when I thought I saw a flicker of hunger in his gaze as he watched me.

I’d had more than one inappropriate thought about this young man, even though he was nearly fifteen years my junior. As I often reminded my teenage daughter when she was embarrassed to catch me looking at a man: I was divorced. Not dead.

Of course, I would never do anything more than look, when it came to Liam.

He was far too young for me.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the way his eyes lingered on my breasts for a little too long, or the way that the front of his jeans took on a very distinctive bulge.

I bit my lip and took a little too long to fix my top.