Amelia Clarke's first time, with Owen Moreland in his office.
Reclining on the imposing and stately executive desk, the heat of her body clashed fiercely with the cold surface of the desk beneath her. She felt like a little boat floating between the ocean waves, tossed high into the sky and then abruptly flung back into the sea, the suffocating sensation blanking out her mind.
Slightly turning her head, she could see the patches of white clouds beyond the glass curtain wall.
After a while, Amelia returned to reality from that ethereal state. Owen withdrew from her body, one hand supporting her hips to prevent her from falling off.
"Are you sure no one will see us?" Amelia propped up her upper body with her elbows, her curves undulating, asking the question she had repeated no less than five times.
Such transparent glass walls...
"Even if they can see, at this point, how do you plan to make amends?" Owen reached out for a tissue and wiped Amelia.
