Monica's POV
The conference room had emptied, leaving me standing alone with Morris. The silence between us felt heavy with unspoken words and buried emotions. I moved toward my abandoned belongings, determined to make a quick exit.
Before I could reach my things, Morris's strong hands caught my waist, pulling me onto his lap in one fluid motion. His arms encircled me, creating a cage of warmth I'd been missing desperately.
"You have no idea how much I miss you," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear and sending shivers down my spine.
"Morris, please, don't do this to me," I pleaded, my voice betraying the weakness I felt whenever he was near.
His eyes, those mesmerizing violet pools that had always seen straight through my defenses, locked with mine. "Please, Monica, don't do this to us," he countered softly before pressing his lips against mine.
