Maria adjusted her skirt in the quiet office break room, the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the air as she glanced toward the half-open door. Her heels clicked softly against polished tiles while a flicker of anticipation danced through her chest, imagining him stepping into view. The morning sun spilled golden light across her desk, catching the curve of her collarbone and tracing the dip between her breasts.
Carlos hesitated in the doorway, his tie slightly askew as he watched Maria’s fingertips brush a stray curl from her shoulder. A low hum vibrated through him when she turned, her eyes locking onto his with an unspoken question hanging between them. The air thickened with shared awareness, each breath pulling their gazes downward to where her blouse strained against swelling cleavage.
“You look… distracted,” he said slowly, stepping closer as her lips parted under his scrutiny. His hand found the small of her back without conscious thought, fingers kneading into the fabric over a hip while Maria leaned into him involuntarily. A sigh escaped between them when she caught herself gripping his wrist tighter, warmth pooling low in her stomach.
She arched against him as he nuzzled her neck, his breath hot where it ghosted past her earlobe. “You taste like sin,” he murmured before catching the tip of her tongue in a sharp bite that made her shudder. Maria’s fingers curled into his shirtfront, nails scraping sharply against skin when he palmed her behind through silk fabric.