The kiss was a torrential downpour after a long drought, a slick, desperate collision that tasted of suppressed longing and the cold, metallic thrill of their shared victory. Shen Yu felt the frantic thrum of Xu Yi's heart against his chest, a rapid-fire rhythm that matched the way her fingers dug into the silk of his robes.
He broke the kiss just an inch, his lips trailing a path of fire along her jawline to the sensitive dip beneath her ear. Xu Yi let out a low, shaky moan, her head falling back to expose the elegant curve of her throat. In the amber twilight of the office, she looked breathtaking, a woman in the ripe summer of her late thirties, possessing a lushness that no younger girl could hope to match.
