LOGINTera goes onto her tip toes, wrapping her arms round Marius’s neck before kissing him. Marius’s hands found her waist instantly, his fingers digging into the soft skin there as he pulled her up to meet him. The kiss was warm, tasting faintly of the lingering humidity of the bathroom. He tilted his head, deepening the contact, his lips moving against hers with a slow, deliberate pressure. One of his hands slid up her back, fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of her neck,
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against her skin. “Every time I think I have got a handle on things, you just… dismantle me.” His hand slid lower, his touch firm and certain, tracing the curved of her body with a reverence that contradicted his earlier bravado. He moved against her slowly, letting the friction build, letting the heat between them thicken until it felt like the air itself might catch fire. “No more talking,” he whispered, his lips finding hers again. The kiss was deeper this time, more demanding, his tongue sweeping against hers in a slow, rhythmic dance that mirrored the movement of his body. His fingers tightened on her hip, anchoring her to him as he pressed harder, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts against her mouth. Every muscle in his back was taut, every nerve ending firing as he mapped out the contact between them. There was no hesitation left in him– no profession
Tera goes onto her tip toes, wrapping her arms round Marius’s neck before kissing him. Marius’s hands found her waist instantly, his fingers digging into the soft skin there as he pulled her up to meet him. The kiss was warm, tasting faintly of the lingering humidity of the bathroom. He tilted his head, deepening the contact, his lips moving against hers with a slow, deliberate pressure. One of his hands slid up her back, fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of her neck, holding her steady on her tiptoes. “See,” he murmured against her lips, his voice barely a breath. “This is why I can’t be patient. You make it impossible.” He broke the kiss just enough to trail his lips down her jawline, his stubble grazing her skin. His breathing had gone heavier now, more focused. “Bed,” he repeated, but this time it was not a suggestion.Marius scooped Tera up into his arms without warning, his towel falling to the floor as h
Marius grabbed a second towel and held it out to Tera, his yellow green eyes trailing over her with a slow, appreciative gaze that never quiet left her. “Unless you have more spa treatments planned,” he added, a smirk returning to his lips. “Because I might need a second opinion on how much ‘fun’ we are actually having.” He stepped out of the shower stall, his bare feet hitting the cool brown tile floor.“You have another massage in mind?” Tera asked with a playful smile. Marius stopped mid-stride, the towel draped low on his hips and turned back to her. That slow, knowing smirk returned to his face, one that usually meant trouble for anyone on the receiving end. “I think I can come up with something,” he said, his voice dropping into that low register again. He closed the distance between them until he was standing right in front of her. He reached out, his damp hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lo
Marius hands slid from Tera’s shoulders down to her waist, pulling her flush against him again. The steam made everything feel heavy and intimate, the scent of shampoo and sea salt thick in the air. “Go ahead then,” he challenged softly, his thumbs tracing the line of her hips. “Show me exactly how bossy you can be with a bottle of shampoo.”“Alright, but you are going to have to bend down a bit,” Tera said softly, her words sounding strangely seductive. Marius’s gaze dropped to where she was gesturing, then back up to her face. The directness of it made his pulse thud visibly in the hollow of his throat. “Bend down,” he repeated, the words sounding more like a question than he intended. He did not move immediately. Instead, he let his yellow green eyes trace the line of her neck, the way the water clung to her skin, before he finally relented. He shifted his weight, bracing one hand against the soft sage green tiled
Marius closed his eyes as Tera’s hands moved over his shoulders, the grit of the sea salt providing a sharp, pleasant contrast to the heat of the water. He let out a long, slow breath, his head tilting forward just enough to give her better access. “Am I?” he murmured, his voice thick with something that was not quite a protest. “Maybe. But you have not stopped me yet.” His hands found hers on his shoulders, his fingers lacing through hers to guide the pressure where he wanted it. He was not trying to take control anymore– not exactly. He was just making sure she knew exactly where he wanted to be touched. “You know,” he said, his yellow green eyes opening to find hers again. “For someone who claims to be bossy, you are being remarkably attentive right now.” He leaned in, pressing a damp kiss to the corner of her mouth. “We spend all days in suits and officed,” she said softly. “There is no need for being
“And for the record,” Marius added, his hands sliding down Tera’s arms in a slow, deliberate motion. “I am not bored. Not even a little bit.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the curve of her shoulder where the water ran down. “So, the colour scheme is working,” she said with a smirk. “My gran had an amazing sense of style, but not so much architecture. She had a square bathtub.” He laughed, the sound muffled by the steam and the roar of the shower. “A square bathtub. That sounds very uncomfortable.” He worked the soap across her back, his movements methodical but not entirely casual. The heat of the water was intense, making his skin flush, but he did not seem to mind. “Your gran sounds like a woman who knew how to life,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the wet skin of her neck as he spoke. “Style, gardens, square baths. I am starting to think she is the one who taught you everything you know
Oliver scanned the detailed schedule Harper had emailed him, a small smile forming on his lips as he noted the 1pm lunch break. His mouse pointer hovered over the ‘reply’ button, tempted to type something flirtatious or demanding, but ultimately settling for a simple acknowledgment:Reply-
“Perhaps, in this case resistance is futile? Perhaps, the opposite is the solution.” Harper suggested trying to maintain a professional face. She felt her cheeks flush and her heartbeat quicken. “How about a drink after work?” she added quickly, before she can change her m
“Housekeeping might throw it all away.” Harper said softly, looking down at the papers on the floor. “Organizing your office and paperwork is my job,” she adds. Oliver’s expression softened slightly at her insistence; a hint of admiration mixed with the frustration i
“That is it,” Oliver encouraged against her breast, his voice muffled by the flesh pressed against his lips. “Show me how much you want this.” His free hand moved to cup her other breast, kneading gently while his mouth worked relentlessly on the first. The contrast betwee







