Within the kiss, intimately locked together, Sasha’s hips gave a sudden jerk against Nathan’s and they broke apart with mutually sharp gasps.
“Okay…that’snot slow,” Nathan said.
“Sorry,” Sasha said, “it’s just…having you in this position…” He bit his lip and his cheeks flushed with color.
“Let me up.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“You’re crushing me,” Nathan explained, “and I just know that any minute now some middle-aged woman is going to come waddling through that door. So…can you please?”
Sasha smiled sheepishly down at Nathan, but complied, getting up and holding out a hand for Nathan to take.
“Déjà vu.”
“More than once now.” Sasha smiled wider and made to move in closer to Nathan.
“And another thing,” Nathan said quickly, holding his hands up in defense. “I need this to be…low profile. Not all…public and everything.”
Sasha’s smile turned crooked and he crossed his arms. “You don’t want Jim to know,” he said.