If Nathan wanted that. Not at first. Behind her, Nathan was still for a moment, his hands resting heavy and warm on her hips. Claire didn’t acknowledge her. A single click. Don’t fidget. Anything but sit here trembling under the weight of his attention. For a moment, they simply breathed, tangled in the aftershocks, their bodies still pressed together, heat still radiating between them. Her hands were steady now, her breathing even. Neither of them said a word about what had just happened. She broke the kiss, gasping against his lips as pleasure rippled through her, her fingers still working against herself, drawing it out, prolonging the sensation. She reached for a tissue from the box on her desk, making quick work of cleaning herself up before tugging her blouse back into place. The document on her screen blurred at the edges as she shifted in her chair, pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to alleviate the simmering heat between them. Neither of them said a word about what had just happened.
