"Are you okay?" Stella asked, glancing up at Don as he stood across the desk from her.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"It's…well…you're staring."

"I am not."

"You are."

"No, I'm not."

Stella sighed. "Fine, you're not."

Don watched her as she looked down at the paperwork on her desk again, a stray curl falling across her face.

"It's not my fault you know," he pointed out.

"What isn't?"

"That you're so distracting."

She frowned. "How am I –"

Unable to stand it anymore, Don leaned over the desk and pressed his lips to hers. Stella found herself responding almost immediately, moaning slightly as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

Suddenly, Stella couldn't remember a time when she wasn't kissing Don. Her senses were drowning in him, her hands holding his head steady as their tongues moved against each other slowly. Her body ached to be closer to him, but her thighs were already pressed hard against the desk as she leaned toward him.

When he pulled away, the room was spinning, and Stella had to put one hand on the desk to steady herself. Slowly opening her eyes, she stared at him in disbelief.

"I've been wanting to do that for awhile now," Don admitted.

"Then what took you so long?" she asked breathlessly.

He shrugged, a small smile on his face. "I thought you'd slap me." Reaching up, he brushed the hair out of her face. "Have dinner with me."

"Okay."

"And breakfast."

"Mmm-hmm.." she murmured against his lips.

"And then maybe lunch."

She pulled away suddenly, walking around the desk and bringing her body up against his, her arms snaking around his neck. Leaning in slowly, she kissed him again and again.

"And then I thought we could start the whole process over," he mumbled, his words swallowed by her kisses.

"I like that plan," she whispered.