The moment Zamira laid eyes on Jake, she stood up in a jerk. Her documents tumbled off the desk, as she dashed across the chamber. Without a second thought, she threw herself into his arms, wrapping around him in a tight embrace.
"I missed you, babe," she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. Her lips sought his almost desperately, and Jake attacked her kiss with equal fervor. Their mouths crashed, soft at first, then more intense— weeks of tension, longing, and desire pouring out in that one moment.
Jake chuckled against her lips. "I was gone for just a short while."
"It felt like forever. I can't fathom how I am feeling," Zamira breathed out.
Without breaking their kiss, Jake lifted her up effortlessly and carried her across the room. The wide desk at the center—cluttered with maps, reports, and scrolls—was cleared in one sweep of his arm. He sat her atop it, and Zamira wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively.
Things turned steamy quickly.
