Natasha cleaned up the desk and put the confidential files to her drawer and locked it. Then she strode to his table to do the same. He's still sitting on his swivel chair facing the full glass as he gazed to the skyscrapers.
"Hmm. Okay. I'll settle it when I came back." He hung up and faced her. He reached her waist and lean-to her back. "Are you excited?" He asked and stood from his seat. He pressed his body to her back and hugged her.
"I am nervous." She murmured.
"I know. But I am here." He kissed her earlobe. Natasha wasn't used to all of those but the currently from his kiss and touch is so exciting that she wanted more of it. "I love the song you played last night."
"It's a Love Story." She turned to him and let him caress her curves and scooped her face. He caressed her cheek then her brows.
"Are you ready to take what's yours?" He asked.
"But—It's dangerous."
