Untitled Smut
an excerpt

"And it turned you on?" He was turned on thinking about any woman in any office running around without underwear.
"Like nothing else. Except you." She hummed. "And sex in dressing rooms, cars and being groped under the table." She groaned and stomped her foot on the ground and glared at him. He pushed the button to snap a picture. "You've turned me into a slut, Mac. I won't be able to go anywhere in the city without thinking that I've had sex with you somewhere close by."
He grinned, feeling his heart growing larger in his chest. "That should be on a resume. Computer geek. Procuror of sluttery."