She turned, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She refused to acknowledge her, but the heat creeping up the back of her neck was enough of a giveaway. XXX She straightened her spine, smoothing her hair as she reached for the freshly printed pages, falling seamlessly back into professionalism. Claire swallowed, forcing herself to hold his gaze. Her toes curled in from the pleasure of his presence inside her. Behind her, Nathan moved with deliberate slowness. Right now, that voice was directed at her. “Then let me help you with that,” he murmured. Large, warm, and firm through the silky fabric of her blouse. She should be mortified. Don’t squirm. She refused to acknowledge her, but the heat creeping up the back of her neck was enough of a giveaway. The office was thick with heat, the only sounds were their ragged breathing, the faint hum of a printer in the distance, and the distant murmur of voices beyond the closed door.
