Seducing My Boss

He lowered his head and kissed her, not with the searching intensity of the terrace, but with a deep, soul-settling certainty. It was a kiss of gratitude, of recognition. Her arms came up to encircle his neck, her fingers tangling in the grey-streaked hair at his temples. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her effortlessly, and carried her the few steps to the bed.

He laid her down on the cool, smooth sheets, and for a moment, simply looked at her there, an oasis of warmth and life in his sterile sanctuary. The sight stole the breath from his lungs. He lay down beside her, turning on his side to face her. The city lights painted shifting patterns across their bodies as they began a slow, deliberate exploration, a conversation spoken without words, a mapping of uncharted territory. It was a languid, passionate dance of discovery, a closing of the immense distance that had separated not just their desks, but their souls.