A year ago things had been so hurried, and they'd barely known how to handle each other. Now, a year later, they had a practiced ease as they kissed, as they pulled off clothing.
Practiced, but by no means boring or routine. They could never be accused of being that.
"It wasn't your fault," he pressed back against her just as much, shielding her body from the falling dust as much as he could. And it hadn't been her fault, not this time. This was all down to the Senior Partners.
Making up for lost time seemed like a plan to him and now that they were finally free from clothes he planned on doing just that, pushing into her as he caused the beam to creak and even begin to crack under the strain.