Chapter 4: Climax
The office lights hummed and flickered above them. Jenna and John stared at each other, unable to break their gaze. It was well past eight in the evening, and their co-workers cleared out hours ago. The air hung thick with the anticipation of something raw and thrilling. One they'd both want but never fully gave into.
Jenna tucked her hair behind her ear in that familiar, adorable way she always did. A shiver ran through her as she considered the consequences of acting on their attraction.
But the thought of stopping was becoming increasingly distant, a haze of responsibilities and obligations masked by their throbbing desire.
John rose from his desk and closed the distance between them, placing his hand on Jenna's hip. She leaned into his touch and inhaled his familiar cologne, emboldened.
"What the hell are we waiting for?" she whispered provocatively, their breath mingling as the words danced between them.
John bit his lower lip. "In the break room.
Now," John growled in response to Jenna's unspoken challenge. He was already aroused—his body taut, his heart racing, and an unrelenting hunger radiating throughout him.
Jenna nimbly followed him, sneaking past the dim corridor, leading to their sanctuary for the night. Once inside the breakroom, she perched on the edge of the counter as John shut the door, sealing their secret world away.
John was drawn to her like moth to a flame—his fingers brushed her cheek before curling around her neck.
He pulled her in, tasting her, their mouths savoring each other's lips, tongues eagerly exploring in a dance of love and lust.
She shivered at the contact—the warmth surging within her—suddenly her office attire seemed too cumbersome, and her hunger for more undeniable. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him forward. There could be no hesitation now.