Clara's breath caught in her throat as Ethan loomed over her, his presence dominating the small space. She could smell his cologne, a heady blend of spice and masculinity that made her head spin.
"Ethan," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "We shouldn't..."
But her protests were cut short as he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her lips. Clara's eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the magnetic pull between them.
"We can't help what we want, Clara," Ethan murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "And right now, I want you."
With that, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, claiming her once again. Clara melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.
Minutes later, Ethan and Clara found themselves entwined on the office floor, their clothes scattered haphazardly around them. Ethan's fingers traced the delicate curve of Clara's hip, his touch igniting a fire within her.
"I need you," Clara breathed, her voice husky with desire. "Right here, right now."
Ethan grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "As you wish," he purred, positioning himself between her thighs.
With a swift, sure movement, he sheathed himself inside her, a low moan escaping his lips at the exquisite sensation. Clara arched her back, her nails digging into Ethan's shoulders as he began to move, setting a relentless pace that left them both gasping for air.
Their bodies collided in a frenzy of passion, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the office.