Don't say a word."
Serena's reply died on her lips as she threw her arms around her neck. Bernie's lips met hers, claiming them for her own as she lifted her to the edge of the desk. Her chest pressed flush against her's, her fingers clawing at her starched shirt. Her arm swept wide, clearing the surface before she leaned her back.
Hot breath gasped for relief as Bernie's mouth found her neck and she cupped her head. She moaned as Bernie's tongue dipped into the hollow of her throat.
Bernie gently began unbuttoning her blouse.