Professionalism was something that had everything to do with their lives but in that moment, Hestia was more worried about the efficiency of his body hitting hers and how his hands always found the sensitive parts on her skin. Damn him for making her squirm like that!
However, the kiss came and caught her with such fury that she thought she was going to fall into right into him; his hand was supporting her but she was pushing back against him, her hands moving away from his shoulder to his waist, fingers digging into as much skin of his that she could find.
Maybe she thought she was never going to see him again. Maybe.
"All the time," she rushed, her hips instinctively rocking up against his. Thinking about it didn't really cover what she had been doing over the past few days when he crossed her mind but Hestia was proactively trying to push that way from her mind. She wanted to take their robes off and let him have her right there, like he did the other night when she gave up but, but, they were at work and she couldn't. No.
"Vox, we, we cant," she moaned as her breasts pushed involuntarily against his chest, her heavy eyes tightening. "Someone may ca-a-atch us, I want you to come home."