There was passion in the newspaper editor that didn't get enough of an outlet. Maybe life at home wasn't as exciting as he might have wished. Beyond the pretty witch in reception, he didn't have much choice in the way of illicit affairs in his workplace. Based on the way his mouth moved over hers and his hands tried to touch every bit of her body he could, she could tell that he'd been denying himself for a long time. That was a poor decision in a dangerous man like him. He was a powder keg waiting to explode. His lips moved from hers to drag against the skin of her neck.