Sultry Steps with a Mexican Comrade

You don’t have to, either.”
Her pulse raced so hard it hurt, but she couldn’t deny the heat in her chest. XXX “Easy,” he murmured in her ear, though his voice was thick with arousal. “Okay.”
Richard led her through the crowd with a light touch at her wrist, weaving between groups until they reached a side door. At twenty-three, she had no trouble presenting research in a lab meeting. Their kiss was heated, lingering, and Yasmin’s hands clutched Richard’s shoulders as she began to move in his lap. “It’s different in here,” he said softly. Yasmin froze in the doorway, her breath catching. Yasmin clutched at his arm, her voice breaking in a whisper. “Come on,” she whispered. I want more. She whimpered, gripping his arm for balance as her knees wavered.