Give her something to talk about.

Beth lingered on David's face for a second. His hands hadn't moved from her back and thigh since he caught her. She giggled again, and David giggled too.
"We should..." Beth's mouth was suddenly dry, so she had to swallow.
"Yeah. We should." he nodded. Neither of them moved. David's hands didn't leave her back and thigh. Beth giggled some more. She found herself biting her lip. {if Formation =1
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} in that moment. David didn't break eye contact, but he did lick his own lips unconsciously.
"I'd never be able to explain this one..." he chuckled. His cheeks were flushed. "I'd never hear the end of it..."
"Maybe we should..." Beth found herself leaning closer. David's hand on her back crept upward, and his hand on her thigh squeezed a little, perhaps by reflex. "...give her something to talk about."
In the next instant, their lips met. Warning bells went off in her head, dampened by a blanket of bourbon. She moaned fitfully into his mouth, invading with her tongue and letting his tongue invade her mouth in turn.
"I... should admit something..."David said after a few moments, breathlessly. "I do have a crush on you."
"I think I... figured that out." David's hands rubbed and squeezed while they kissed, but they didn't move further up her leg or towards anything intimate. Aw, he's a sweetie.
After what seemed like an hour, but was more likely just a few minutes, Beth broke the kiss to lay her head on David's shoulder, panting.
"So, that happened." David was equally out of breath. His arm snaked around her midsection, pulling her close.
"Yeah. Can we just...not worry about what it means for a minute?"
"Sure."
After a few minutes of quiet, Beth cleared her throat. "This is trouble."
"Yeah." David agreed. He didn't stop rubbing her thigh, though. "In a lot of ways."
"Kim, Brian, not to mention I'm kind of your boss." It wasn't strictly true: Terry was the only one who had the firing power in the department. But that was splitting hairs.
"Yeah. It's bad. There's no getting around it."
"Maybe we should... get back to work? Or maybe we should both just go home, and I'll finish things up myself. It doesn't sound like Kim wants to go to see Hamilton anyway, so I might as well work."
"That doesn't sound good to me."
David lifted her off his shoulder, and gave her a sad look. "It might be safer."