Lance lifts her up onto the examination table, spreading her legs wider. She can feel him about to lose control. Part of her wants him to—for a moment she lets herself imagine him taking her on the table. She imagines sliding her hands under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles tense as he thrusts into her, hearing the sound of his moans mixing with hers.
“Wait, Lance, we can’t,” she gasps.
Lance ignores her and moves to kiss her lips. He forces her mouth open and brushes his tongue against hers. His hand tangles in her hair, and she loses the strength to fight. He pulls away and she groans in protest, but he drops to his knees and kisses his way up her thighs to the front of her underwear.
“No, there are people inside,” Robert’s voice shouts. “The room is occupied—you can’t go in.”
