Declan set his hands upon Autumn’s lower back as he walked her towards the far side of the jet. When her back rested against the wall, her fingers moved immediately to his shirt-having done these motions while keeping their lips apart. His lips sat ajar as he felt her touch move to the jacket of his suit, pulling it from his muscular arms and tossing it away from them both. Next, her touch focused on the buttons of his dress shirt, pulling them apart one by one, revealing more of his torso. When his shirt was pulled from his arms, Declan then focused on the cuff links that kept them connected at his wrists, growing frustrated at how they remained perfectly together; having committed to their job too well. Feeling a stall in this moment, Autumn brought her fingers to his shoulders, using hi
