The bed in the office creaked softly as Helena and Devon lay entwined, their bodies still radiating heat from their frenzied coupling. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex, the distant hum of the gala a faint echo beyond the oak door.
Helena's dark hair spilled across Devon's chest, her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles across Devon's chest, her touch light yet exploratory, as if mapping the contours of a territory she wasn't sure she owned. His skin was warm under her palm, the faint rhythm of his heartbeat steady and reassuring, a counterpoint to the chaos in her mind. She shifted closer, her bare leg draping over his, her full breasts pressing softly against his side.
