A SLOW ASCENT

As they finally broke apart from the kiss, Dahlia's hands lingered on William's chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. With a sly smile, she grasped his shoulders, gently pushing him towards her office chair.

William's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with desire, as he obediently sat down.

The air was electric with tension as Dahlia's voice whispered the question, her words barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "One more?" The inquiry hung in the air, a tantalizing promise of further indulgence.

William's response was a low, husky whisper, his voice a perfect mirror of Dahlia's. "One more." The words seemed to seal their fate, a commitment to surrender to their passion once again.

Without another word, Dahlia straddled him, her arms encircling his neck like a warm embrace. Their lips met once more, their tongues entwining in a sensual waltz.