Eliana's eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck. "Rafael! What if someone walks in? This is your office, not... not your bedroom." But her protest was half-hearted, laced with delight at the sheer joy radiating from him—the way his broad shoulders relaxed, his athletic frame leaning back invitingly.
"Come on," he coaxed, his voice dipping into that husky register that always unraveled her defenses. "Just for a minute. I promise to behave. Mostly."
She arched a brow, fighting a smile, but the warmth in his eyes pulled her in. With a theatrical sigh and a playful roll of her eyes, she gave in, sliding onto his lap. His arms immediately wrapped around her, strong and steady, as though they had been waiting for this moment all morning.
