When a human is burning in the throes of passion, the concept of common sense makes no sense. The pleasure from such passion is so enthralling that one tends to forget all about the pain or the heartbreak that accompanies it.
Anya decided that she would give herself this night to let go “John…” all she could do is chant his name like a mantra. Her body moves in a slow rhythm that is a contradiction to the way she was responding to John's furious kisses.
“Come here” John barely managed to whisper before guiding her to the huge mahogany desk and pushed the files off the table.
As soon as Anya’s as$ touched the cold table she realized that there was something missing. John did not even give her the opportunity to think about the situation with her dress, he stepped between her parted legs
