My lips immediately parted from his. "Shit, Dwight, we got busted again, in the same room," I giggled softly.
 
"I noticed, dear," he added before kissing me again.
 
Then I turned around. "Oh, there you are, Ms. Watson, only roughly forty-five minutes late."
 
"What the hell are you two doing in here?" she whined, putting her hand up. "Why are you two naked, did you shove all my stuff off my desk and have sex on it?"
 
"Yes, we got bored, plus this room has a history with us, Ms. Watson," I spoke, closing the gap between us.
 
She couldn't see me, but I knew she heard me walking towards her. Then I stopped right in front of her hand. I failed to glance back at Dwight, who I knew was eyeballing us.
 
"Would you two just put your clothes back on, do it before I tell the princip