Isabella, her pulse quickening from their shared resolve and the intimacy of their conversation, leaned in closer to Liam. Their faces were mere inches apart, the tension between them palpable. Slowly, deliberately, she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his.
"Ahh...hnn..." The kiss was gentle at first, a tentative exploration that quickly deepened as Liam responded with equal fervor. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, and she could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of her blouse. Isabella's own hands slid up his chest, grasping the lapels of his suit jacket as the kiss became more urgent.
"Mmh...ahh..." Liam's hands moved lower, caressing the curve of her ass, and Isabella gasped softly against his mouth. Emboldened by her response, he lifted her onto the conference table, their bodies now aligned. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her.
