The office was quiet now, the air lingering with the smell of what had just happened. Hailey sat on the edge of her desk, her breath still coming in shallow intervals while Rayden stood before her with a flaccid d**k. He reached for her blouse, which had been tossed near the printer, and held it out with a steady hand.
“You are shaking”, Rayden said softly.
Hailey took the blouse but her fingers fumbled with the first button. “We should not have done this”, she whispered. “We absolutely should not have done this Rayden.”
He stepped closer, brushing her hands aside to button the shirt for her. His touch was gentler now, almost protective, which only made her feel more conflicted. “I could not stop myself”, he admitted. “I have wanted to do that since the first hour I sat on that sofa and
