Maya's POV
The kiss hit me like lightning. Nothing soft or sweet about it. Raw, desperate, charged with prolonged boardroom battles and feelings we'd buried under corporate masks. Every ounce of frustration, desire, and anger we'd swallowed poured into that single moment of contact.
Bernie responded instantly, like I'd snapped the final thread of his self-control. His hands found my face, fingers threading through my hair, his body pushing against mine with an urgency that answered every question we'd been too afraid to ask.
The kiss turned hungry, demanding. Our breathing came in sharp bursts, each touch saying what words never could. His hands traced down my body with deliberate certainty, no room left for doubt or hesitation.
