NAINA AND VANSH had spent twelve hours at the office putting together the presentation for the board and interviewing caseworkers in Nepal over video. They’d made three job offers to doctors. As for the San Francisco project, with four of Silicon Valley’s biggest employers on board, presenting to the board was going to be a cakewalk. Vansh felt certain he could even get the board to up the funding. But in this moment he couldn’t have cared less.

Adrenaline ran through his system for a whole different reason.

“I told you sneaking around was exciting,” he said as they stumbled into Naina’s apartment, kissing breathlessly. Was there another way to kiss her? “Do you know how hard it is to not touch you just because someone else is there?”

Vansh didn’t think he was going to make it to the bedroom.

“It’s torture, Vansh,” Naina said, pulling his shirt over his head and wrapping her legs around him. His jeans were already halfway down his legs, her underwear somewhere on the floor.

The back of the couch would have to do.

“Thank God you’re so athletic,” Naina said when they ended up tangled on the couch, after. Utterly satiated and thoroughly naked.

For a while they lay there boneless and panting.

“I take it that was good for you too?” he said when he could speak, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Any better and I might be dead.”

Those words, the way she said them, utterly happy in her skin, shook something inside him, reset it. Reset him. Just like that, a smile was nudging at his lips and his hand was cupping her breast again. “How are you so damn beautiful?” He could barely breathe from it.

Her eyes started to fill with something serious, but then his thumb strummed her puckered nipple and her eyes went fuzzy. She nipped at his lower lip, sending sparks through his body, which was so spent it shouldn’t have felt anything.

“Much as I enjoy your worship, you’re getting a little obsessed with my body.” Her smile pushed into his lips, and Vansh decided it was his favorite sensation in the entire world.

His hand trailed down her belly to the soft mound that filled his hand perfectly. She wasn’t always ready to be touched so soon after she’d had an orgasm. Tentatively, he stroked her, studying her response. She purred with pleasure.

“While your body is quite worthy of worship, I think I’m obsessed with your pleasure. I’ll admit it, I’m obsessed with seeing you orgasm, Naina. It’s a beautiful thing. I really love the way you come.”

She pressed into his hand, a gentle rhythm. In no hurry. Filled with trust. “Doesn’t everyone come pretty much the same way?”