@dearshe, public.
dull fluorescent lights blink overhead; the geneco lab silent & empty before marni found him here, bent over a metal desk, scribbling notes down —— studying for his next surgery. keeping his nose down, doing work dutifully so rotti won't suspect a thing. the click of heels, the sweet beckon of her voice, had signaled marni's approach. easing shirt's buttons open, one by one, fingers having teased at his chest. an ache swells, arousal burning, he breathes lowly, “ someone will see. . . ” denying the way cock twitches at the thought of being caught, lashes heavy with lust.
distraction from his building stress welcome, replacing it with the heat of need as his pants are worked open —— as marni snakes onto his lap & his hands find her waist, the fabric of her dress. the rise & fall of hips, he's nestled deep inside of her. he'll never get used to the feeling of her, how perfectly they fit together. it takes his breath away, even now. “ marni, ” a choked groan as his waist bucks, fucking deeper even still, teeth grazing her shoulder. “ you feel so good. ” grasp on her hips driving a roll, his head tipping back with a moan. “ i've been thinking about you all day, ” a kiss shared between them, messy & heated. nathan sets a more feverish pace into her warmth, needy as he whines, “ . . .about this. i've missed you. ”