Something inside her insisted he was making a lot of sense. A mental picture of her pulling him across the desk washed over her and that was when Bo realized her thighs were pressed against the side of desk - the physical barrier left between them. Her eyes, despite herself, trailed down his body, hovered at his crotch for a moment, then trailed back up.

"Could you stop me?" Maybe just a little taste... just enough until Sam showed up. Sam. Bo closed her eyes and took a breath.