“Still want me inside you?”
“Yes.” She cups the back of my neck. “Come inside me.”
I bury myself deep, her name a rough breath leaving me as I come.
Elena holds me against her as my hips lose their rhythm. Afterward, her mouth is soft against mine and she doesn’t pull away.
I stay inside her until our breathing slows.
“Big D,” I say.
She groans, the sound vibrating through my chest, and drops her forehead to my shoulder. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I hate that you know.”
“You’re the one who told me.”
“By accident.”
“I’m still going to enjoy it.”
I kiss the corner of her mouth and ease out of her. “Stay there.”
“I’m capable of standing.”
“I know.”
I pull my trousers into place and bring her tissues from the credenza. She watches as I clean her carefully, making no practical argument. When I finish, I lower her skirt and retrieve a bottle of water from the small refrigerator in the corner.
She takes it. “Thank you.”
I sit beside her on the desk. Our shoulders touch.
“You sent Maya home, locked the door, and called me in here,” I say.
“We were discussing confidential information.”
“You’re going to be unbearable about this.”
“For at least a week.”
“Nothing about this was earned.”
“You’re right. You chose it.”
Her bottle stops halfway to her mouth, her eyes wide with a flicker of something I can’t name. Fear? Recognition?
I touch the inside of her wrist. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“Any pain?”
“No.” She sets the water beside her. “My desk may need counseling.”
“I’ll approve the expense.”