Time didn't move inside Arora's office.
Or maybe it did—maybe whole minutes slipped through their fingers, maybe whole hours drowned in the heat between their mouths. Neither of them could ever truly know.
All they understood…
was each other.
The kiss wasn't gentle, nor was it rushed.
It was the kind of kiss that pulled breath from lungs, that made thoughts blur, that made two people forget where one ended and the other began.
Arora had only meant to tease him.
To fluster him.
To keep him tangled in her palm like a toy she could drop at any moment.
But Jack didn't stay in her palm.
He wrapped himself around her instead.
His hands slid to her waist with a confidence she hadn't expected. Not forceful, not aggressive—just certain. As if he knew her body would fit against his perfectly. And when he lifted her, it felt effortless, like she weighed nothing more than air itself.
Her back hit the desk.
