Bedmates in the Office

Sluts Around Town

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The storm lashed against the hotel window, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the frantic beating of her heart. Across the room, Peter stood silhouetted by a flash of lightning, the rigid line of his shoulders the only sign of his own disquiet. The single king bed loomed between them, an unspoken challenge in the dim light. His fingers, usually clenched around a pen in frustration, now fumbled with his tie, the silk whispering a surrender as it slid to the floor. Her own blouse followed, a soft sigh of fabric pooling at her feet, leaving her skin bare and sensitive to the charged air. When his hand finally found hers in the darkness, the calloused warmth of his palm was a shock, a silent language that unraveled years of sharp words. He traced the delicate line of her collarbone with a reverence that stole her breath, his touch a question and an answer all at once. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into the solid strength of his chest, feeling the frantic drum of his heart sync with her own. The office rivalry, the heated arguments, all melted away under the gentle pressure of his lips against her temple. In that quiet space, surrounded by the storm, they discovered a profound and aching need that words had never been able to convey.