**Isa

The break room was hot and steamy, but not because the coffee machine was busted.

With the stairwell out of the question, Callan and I were back to our break room trysts.

Callan’s hands slid under my shirt. He thumbed the bare skin of my lower ribs.

It was dizzying the way he overwhelmed my senses. One hand was sneaking slowly up my side, the other lightly massaging the nape of my neck, and his lips pressed ...