This was it. They'd been debating the same issue for over thirty minutes now. Or rather, Josh had been lecturing her and she had been doing her best to point out all the shortcomings in his argument. This was the last straw, though; she couldn't believe he was considering this course of action. She stood toe to toe with him in front of his desk. "How can you say that? You really think that we shouldn't support this?" she challenged.

"No," he shot back, "I'm saying that we need to pass this bill and the only way to do that is to cut funding for sex education in the classroom."

"But it's wrong."

"It's not!" he shouted. "And if you'd just listen to me, you'd see why!"

"No."

He blew out a breath in frustration. "Donnatella-"

"Josh!" She didn�t know exactly what caused her to do it � whether it was the warm evening breeze that blew in the window at that moment, ruffling his crazy hair, or the fact that he looked particularly adorable with his hands on his hips while he argued with her, or even the way he said her name - but suddenly she was kissing him. It was brief and fierce, but still, the mere connection was enough to ignite long hidden desires in her.

She longed to keep on kissing him, but the kiss ended as quickly as it had begun, and she felt him start to pull away. A small mew of disappointment escaped her throat at his retreat and she instinctively reached out to pull him back. Then common sense returned and she realized that he might not have welcomed the kiss as much as she had. Her face flamed in embarrassment and she quickly tried to school her features into a calm and unaffected expression. She failed miserably. The kiss had unleashed something in her, something primal and wanton, and she wasn't quite ready to bury those feelings yet.

But this was the White House and Josh was her boss and she knew she couldn't have him, so she attempted to hide the aroused flush of her cheeks, hoping that he would overlook her temporary insanity. She could claim it was the heat. Or maybe she could blame it on exhaustion; it was after ten and she had been there since before six. Surely the combination of the two would be enough to convince Josh that she hadn't really meant to kiss him. If all else failed, she'd simply fall back on their usual unique brand of wit and sarcasm and claim it was the only way to shut him up.

He never gave her the chance to say any of it. Instead, he leaned closer to her, his lips taking the initiative this time as they softly brushed hers, gently coaxing them apart. All thoughts of apologizing for her previous behavior flew out of her head and she responded to him eagerly, her tongue tentatively reaching out to taste him.

He responded by capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, devouring her. Their tongues danced along all the intimate hollows of each other's mouths, learning the taste and feel of each other. Each kiss melted into the next until she was dizzy with passion.

Then he changed the tempo of the kiss, drawing back slightly and playfully sweeping his tongue against her lower lip. She mimicked the sweet stroke with her own tongue. He nipped at it teasingly but she withdrew and nibbled lightly at his lip instead. Her action caused a frustrated moan to escape from deep within him.

It was his moan that jolted her from the dreamlike state his kisses had caused. She tore her mouth away and stared at him, wide-eyed, before starting to pace in the small space before his desk.

"Josh, this is bad on so many levels," she uttered as she chewed her kiss-swollen lips worriedly. She peered up at him, fear and desire equally evident in her eyes.

"Bad?" he yelped. "That kiss was *not* bad."

"No! Not the kiss," she corrected. How could he think anything that good, that phenomenal, could be bad? She waved her hand in the air. "This! This... thing... we have between us. This is bad. We can't do this."

"Oh, but we can," he replied with a comical leer. "It's simple. Our lips meet, they part, our tongues -"

"No! That's exactly what I'm talking about. We can't do this," she moaned, backing up as he took a predatory step towards her. What was he doing? Didn't he realize how wrong this was? She decided to try the direct approach. "I cannot sleep with you."

"Actually Donna, I haven't asked you to sleep with me," he corrected with a flash of his dimples. He saw the anger in her eyes and was quick to add earnestly, "Not that I don't want to. I do. There's nothing I want more."

She snorted. "Really? You don't act like it. You don't seem affected by that kiss at all," she scoffed.

He stared at her in disbelief for a moment before grabbing her hand and pressing it to his aching crotch. "Not affected? Believe me, I'm affected. Every time I'm near you I'm affected."

She snatched her hand back and started to protest, then realized it didn't really matter. They had kissed and it had been amazing, but it wasn't something they could indulge in again, never mind imagine what else the kissing could lead to. They couldn't be lovers. There was too much at risk � their jobs, their friendship. She leaned back against the door and sighed in resignation. "It doesn't matter anyhow. Even if you did want me, we can't do this."

"See, that's where I think you're wrong," he told her. "We can do this. In fact, we already have. We've done it in our minds a hundred times already. A thousand." His voice, which had begun with a teasing tone, had lowered to a husky whisper. He leaned in close, his lips mere inches from her own. "And each time, it was incredible."

She nodded, whether it was in nervous agreement or just reflexively, she wasn't sure. It was a small gesture, but he noticed it. A triumphant smile lit his face as he bent his head to kiss her again.

She expected a hard, deep kiss, but he surprised her with the barest touch of his lips against hers. It was soft and teasing, and he repeated the motion several times before she impatiently reached up and pulled him closer for a proper kiss. She felt him grin even as he willingly allowed her seeking tongue access to his mouth.

The feel of his tongue stroking against her own yet again ignited a fire deep within her. He was like a drug and she was a junkie. The more she got of him, the more she wanted. Her entire being focused on Josh. Any thoughts not connected to the taste and feel and smell of him quickly fled.

She pushed against him, wanting to feel even more of his body next to hers. He complied, leaning into her, pushing her against the solid wood of the door. It should have been uncomfortable, but she was so seduced by the feel of his kiss that all other sensations failed to register.

He reached up to stroke the side of her breast and she felt a rush of dampness form between her legs. How could one touch, through layers of silk and cotton, feel so intense? She arched into his hand and his talented fingers lightly pinched her aching nipple. She moaned against his mouth, unable to hide the shudder that ran through her at the feel of his hands on her body.

He felt her response and smiled. Pulling away from her slightly, he started to kiss a blazing trail down her jaw and throat, pausing to nip gently at her collarbone. He worked quickly to undo the buttons on her blouse, pausing every so often to softly stroke her tender skin with his tongue. Soon, her only covering was a simple cotton bra. Too impatient to unhook it properly, he pushed the fabric down until the rounded globes of her breasts spilled over.

His tongue laved each sensitive bud until they were hard peaks. He gently sucked one into his mouth and she held him close, yearning for more. He moved to the other breast and she lost herself in the feelings of his mouth and hands on her bare skin, barely even noticing that he had raised her skirt until she felt his hands separate her thighs, searching for the burning juncture between her legs.

He stroked her through her panties and she ground her hips against his hand, seeking closer contact. He pushed aside the damp cotton fabric and his questing fingers slid into her heated core, causing her to tremble around him. He stroked her relentlessly, until she thought she would go insane with wanting him. But still, he continued to sweetly torture her until she gave into the torment and climaxed around him. When he finally removed his hand from beneath her skirt, sweeping her panties down her legs as he went, all she could do was sag against the door, too drained to protest at the loss of his heat.

Levering himself away from her slightly, he quickly undid his belt and trousers until they were loose enough to lower. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, eager to touch his bare skin, but was distracted by the sight his erection as it sprang free from his striped boxers, the tip glistening with proof of his arousal. She stroked it boldly, taking it in her warm hands and guiding him closer to her.

He resisted. "What about protection?"

She saw the raw desire in his eyes and the effort it was taking him to hold back, even for this brief moment. "It's ok. We're good," she assured him.

"Thank God."

He grasped her hips, hitching her skirt higher as he lifted her against the door, his cock teasing the juncture of her thighs. She pushed against him, wrapping her long legs around his hips, and then he was in her, filling her with his heat. She stared at his face and saw her desire mirrored in his eyes. It excited her. Balancing herself with a firm grip on his shoulders, she slowly moved against him and he groaned.

"Donna� don't," he ground out, but she was relentless. She rubbed her hips against him, stimulating her clit as she took him deeper inside. The combination was intoxicating.

She continued to move against him, slowly and awkwardly, until he grasped her hips and forced her to still. With a deep thrust upward, he filled her completely and held her tight against him. A small gasp escaped her throat at the feel of him so deep inside. With apparent ease, he leaned into her, barely moving his hips, but rocking against her with just enough pressure that each tiny movement sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. When he shifted even closer to her, she was lost, and the waves of her second orgasm came crashing over her. His own release quickly followed, his muffled groans joining her gasps of pleasure as he spilled himself inside her.

Slowly, she slid down his body until her feet were firmly planted on the ground once more. The sensual haze from his lovemaking was starting to fade and she finally realized what they had done. "Oh my God! Please tell me we didn't just have sex against your office door," she groaned. Her head fell forward to lean against his shoulder and she refused to look at him.

She felt, rather than heard, his chuckle. "I could tell you that, but it wouldn't be true," he laughed.

She looked up at him and smacked the shoulder she had just been leaning against. "Josh! You know what I mean. That was worse than the kiss," she complained, but her heart wasn't in it. Her body was too satiated from his loving, her cheeks still flushed with pleasure.

"Actually, that was much better than the kiss," he teased. He placed a small kiss on her forehead. "And it will only get better."

"What? Are you crazy? We can't do this again."

"You keep saying that," he grumbled, "but I think you're confused. We should have done this a long time ago, not put it off for an indefinite period of time."

"And how do you figure that?"

He pointedly ignored her question. "C'mon. Get dressed," he instructed as he tossed her discarded panties at her then started to do the button on his trousers. "This isn't the place for this discussion. We're going to my place."

"What? Josh, no, we can't," she protested weakly. She was about to add more when he stopped her by gently cupping her face in his hands and softly kissing her lips.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Unconditionally?"

She gave him a lopsided smile, unable to hide the small hint of doubt on her face.

"Donna! C'mon! I've never lied to you," he complained.

"No, you haven't," she agreed. "But you've got to admit your judgment isn�t always the greatest when it comes to women. And I really don't think you're thinking with your head right now," she stated with a pointed look at his crotch.

He shook his head in mock dismay. "You wound me! We are not going to my place to have sex again. At least, not yet," he added with a smirk. "We're going to talk. Just talk. About all the stuff we should have talked about ages ago � Cliff, the diary, Amy, Jack."

She frowned at the mention of past lovers, but he continued. "If, after we're done talking, you still don't want to pursue this, you can go home and I'll try to forget this ever happened. It's going to be next to impossible," he admitted, "but I'll try."

"But if you decide to stay, then we'll make a quick call to CJ and move the conversation into the bedroom where I'll make love to you slowly and properly." He kissed her again, this time with just a little more force and the barest touch of his tongue against her lips.

She looked at him hesitantly. "We'll really talk?"

"Yes."

"Clear the air completely?"

"Yes. I promise."

"And then you said you 'd make love to me 'slowly and properly'?" she asked, unable to hide the eagerness in her voice or her expression.

"Not until we've talked." He grinned at her, his dimples out in full force, knowing that he had won.

"Then I say, let's get going. What's taking you so long?" she teased as she grabbed his arm and literally dragged him from the room.

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