“They were here, Sir, I swear…” One of the receptionists spoke as I could hear Clif’s steps move about his office, pulling open doors and approaching ours with each passing second.
“Maybe they still are…” His voice was drawn out in focus as our chosen spot of seclusion was the only one that had gone by unsearched. However, in this particular moment, I wasn’t focused on the words I would say when that door would fly open and we would be discovered. Instead, I couldn’t tear my eyes from Easton’s mouth as it parted by the breakthrough of his tongue moistening his lips and recanting before he led his breath to my ear. My fingers moved instantly to the collar of his shirt in preparation for the connection of his touch to my body, but I wouldn’t feel the pressure of a kiss or hands rising alon
