Nathan wasn’t just her boss; he was the boss. Xxx Nathan didn’t move. And then, finally, his fingers found her entrance. “You weren’t exaggerating.”
Claire’s nails pressed against the polished wood of her desk. She turned, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Claire exhaled slowly, steadying herself as the printer spat out the final pages of the report. Her legs felt unsteady, her body thrumming with the remnants of pleasure. And so did Maya. collected. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the faint office noises beyond her closed door. Then he withdrew, almost all the way, before thrusting back in. Heavy-lidded, still burning with the remnants of their shared pleasure. Nathan didn’t move. As if nothing had happened. If Nathan wanted that. She straightened her spine, smoothing her hair as she reached for the freshly printed pages, falling seamlessly back into professionalism.
