Breathless and panting, Ethan and Clara clung to each other, their movements becoming more frantic, desperate. The thrill of being discovered, of taking their forbidden pleasure in the very workplace where they were supposed to be productive, only heightened their arousal.
Just as Clara was teetering on the brink of climax, Ethan's hand slipped between their sweat-slicked bodies to find her sensitive nub. He rubbed it firmly, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to send her hurtling over the edge.
"Ah! Ethan!" Clara cried out, her inner walls clenching around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Ethan followed soon after, his own release pulsing deep within her as he spilled himself inside her quivering depths.
In the aftermath, they lay entangled, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath.
As the fog of post-coital bliss began to clear, reality slowly crept back in. Ethan and Clara disentangled themselves, sitting up and looking at each other with a mix of guilt, shame, and lingering desire.
"What just happened?" Clara asked softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Ethan ran a hand through his disheveled hair, avoiding her gaze. "I don't know, Clara. But I can't deny how much I want you."
Clara's heart skipped a beat at his confession. She knew they were playing with fire, but the flames only seemed to burn brighter with each passing moment.
"I want you too, Ethan," she admitted, reaching out to trace a finger along his jawline. "But we need to be careful. Our jobs, our reputations... we can't risk losing everything because of a moment of weakness."