Power Play in the Office
The rhythmic clack of Claire’s keyboard filled her office, each keystroke deliberate but unfocused. The document on her screen blurred at the edges as she shifted in her chair, pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to alleviate the simmering heat between them. It wasn’t working. All day, the dull throb of arousal had pulsed low in her belly, insistent and maddening. The crisp air-conditioning did little to cool her overheated skin, and the fitted confines of her business suit felt stifling rather than professional. A sharp knock at the door made her jolt upright. “Come in,” she called, smoothing a hand down her navy blue pencil skirt. The door swung open, and Nathan Caldwell stepped inside. His presence was immediate. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, dark eyes scanning the room with that …