A sharp pulse of need shot through her at the question, at the way his eyes—so dark, so sharp—searched her face. A wedding photo. xnx The polished wood was cool against her palms, a sharp contrast to the heat blooming under her skin. If Nathan wanted that. Just another task completed, another moment seamlessly blended into the workday. Claire didn’t acknowledge her. The scent of his cologne was woodsy, laced with something dark and spicy that curled into the air, making Claire’s pulse stutter. Behind her, Nathan moved with deliberate slowness. Nathan shifted closer, the fabric of his slacks brushing the backs of her thighs. The heat of him, the sheer hardness, made her breath stutter. Claire’s fingers curled against the desk. A single click. Nathan noticed.
