“It’s almost done,” she admitted, her fingers tightening around the edge of her desk. Black porn Claire swallowed hard, her heartbeat hammering in her throat. A sharp pulse of need shot through her at the question, at the way his eyes—so dark, so sharp—searched her face. Claire let a small, private smile touch her lips before turning toward the door. Nathan shifted closer, the fabric of his slacks brushing the backs of her thighs. The fabric slid upward, inch by inch, cool air kissing the newly exposed skin of her thighs. Claire exhaled slowly, steadying herself as the printer spat out the final pages of the report. Close enough that his cologne wrapped around her, thick and heady. The office suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier. Claire let a small, private smile touch her lips before turning toward the door. Claire’s breath caught as he approached, each measured step soft against the carpet, each shift of his suit silent but imposing. But they both knew. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through Claire as his tip nudged against her, teasing, testing. Claire’s fingers curled against the desk. Nathan groaned, low
