‘Cal Lynch has me against a wall, his chest pressed against my back, slowly leaving kiss marks across the bare skin on my neck. He muffles my moans and sighs of pleasure with a hand cupped over my mouth, as his other hand roams my torso to fondle my breasts through the thin fabric of my blouse. He tilts my face towards his and draws me into a long kiss. Our eyes meet, and I see his irises are dark with desire. In a low voice, he growls, “I’m hungry,” before reaching down to unbutton my pants.’