It occurred to her how strange it was that she'd allowed her desire for him to lead them here. She would never have interrupted a work day for any other lover. If Robin had dragged her from (or over) her desk she wouldn't have protested, but she wouldn't have sought it out, either. So why with Dyson?

Maybe because that's all it was?

Whatever the reason, she slid her fingers through the short length of his hair and sought his mouth again, nothing sweet, soft or chaste about the way her tongue lashed through his mouth. She wanted him to want her as inconveniently as she wanted him.