"Mmmh… ahh… hehe… oh god… Eros..."
Her soft, breathy moan melted into a nervous little giggle as his lips found the sensitive hollow beneath her ear.
The office was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the irregular thump of her heartbeat against his mouth.
"Do we… really have to do this here?" she whispered, voice trembling between protest and plea.
Her fingers clutched the edge of her own desk—the same polished mahogany surface where she signed contracts, led team meetings, pretended to be untouchable.
Now it felt like sacrilege just to be leaning against it.
He didn't answer with words.
Instead he dragged his mouth down the long column of her throat in one slow, wet pull—sucking hard enough to leave a blooming rose of red beneath her skin.
Then lower, deeper into the delicate bowl of her collarbone, tongue tracing the fragile ridge before he sealed his lips there and drew again, possessive, deliberate.
