"We shouldn't be doing this," the bald man whispered, "Olaf could find us."
Tocuna remained silent, leaning in to kiss Flacutono again. She was soft and wet and she was touching his lips with the very tip of her tongue and he let her in without thinking twice, her tongue slipping in to dance with his.
It was almost perfect. Then he remembered that he was behaving shamelessly with one of his coworkers behind his boss's back, who might have reason to object, and he pulled away with a wet noise.
Tocuna shook her head disgustedly. "Let him find us."