Granger slips her arms up between them. Her hands wander over his shoulders, up his neck to his hair, and he tries to swallow his groan as he cups her arse. It's even better than he'd imagined, and he wants to rut against her until he comes in his trousers. He wants to show her what she does to him. How she affects him. How impossible it is to work when she's there, hips swinging, climbing ladders with torn stockings—