Her sweet smile…
His quick glance…
Her swift spin…
His step forward…
Her soft touch…
His whisper in Her ear…
Her fingers through His hair…
His tight embrace…
Her gentle caress…
His warm skin…
Her irresistible lips…
His eyes looking into Hers…
Her fingers running down His neck…
His hands slowly moving up Her back…
Her anxiously unbuttoning His shirt…
His pull on Her dress zipper…
Her heart start to race…
His palms start to sweat…
Her longing for more…
The sound of the elevator bell reaching the top floor…
Bring her back to reality as she exits.
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