Morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom at The Zenith, casting a warm golden hue across the polished hardwood floors.
In the open kitchen, Catharine stood near the marble island in a fitted cream silk blouse and dark trousers, checking a series of real-time financial models on her tablet.
Jake walked up behind her, wrapping his arms securely around her waist and pulling her soft frame back against his chest. He rested his chin against her shoulder, breathing in the delicate scent of jasmine that lingered on her skin.
"You're going to be late if you keep staring at those documents," Jake whispered, tracing a light line along her collarbone with his thumb before pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck.
Catharine leaned back against him with a small sigh of content, dropping her head back against his shoulder as a flush touched her cheeks. She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing his cheek before meeting his in a slow, sweet kiss.
