He had to get her out of here now and dressed more, well, more…dressed. In sweats if need be. In his sweats. After a long romp between the sheets of his bed and another round in the shower. And perhaps a second go-round in the bed. Until they were both completely sated and ready to sleep for twelve hours. Then he would stuff her delectable body in his old workout sweats and keep her tucked away from the lewd eyes of all men everywhere.

He jumped from the chair, stormed around the desk and grabbed Morgan's elbow, leading her from the office. He wasn't going to get a damn thing done in his present state of mind. Carter would have to take over for the time being.

"Let's go," he snarled.

Another mouse-like squeak erupted from her lips as she was dragged away. Amy Lee, who'd appeared back at Morgan's desk, no doubt to continue taunting her, wrenched her head and audibly gasped as they rushed by. Morgan didn't even have the chance to gloat. Her clothes may not have turned Ridge on but they'd certainly gotten his notice.

"Where are we going?" In the ridiculous heels, she stumbled over the threshold and out onto the sidewalk. Ridge twisted in time to catch her against his hard chest, knocking the wind from her lungs. She had to grab something to balance herself, and the only thing handy was his shirt.

"You okay?"

Staring at where her hands had landed—right on top of his incredible pecs—and unable to speak past the sudden rush of drool on her tongue, she nodded. Now was her chance. If she stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head just right and opened her mouth…

His arm burnt a path along the small of her back, crushi...