Damian reluctantly pulled away from Clara's soft lips, leaving her breathing ragged and her face flushed. Her lipstick was smeared, and he had red lip marks scattered across his neck, lips, and face while he pinned her against the wall. He held both her hands above her head with one of his while the other roamed gently across her body, exploring every bump and curve with slow, deliberate touches.
Damian wanted more, and he knew Clara wanted that too, but they were out of time. The day was over and they had to pack up for today. Beyond this moment he had a mountain of responsibilities waiting for him, both inside and outside the firm.
