"You won't regret hiring me," she whispered as she tugged softly on his earlobe with her teeth. He bit back a moan, feeling her warm breath ghost against his cheek. The air was thick with the scent of her perfume and sweat, her T-shirt clinging to her body in the heat, and he knew in that moment that resistance was futile. He grasped her wrists and shoved her against the side of the garden shed, trapping her with his body and pinning her arms above her head. With a dangerous glint in his eye, he leaned in to claim her neck.
"I better not."