The intense heat from moments before was slowly fading, leaving his muscles heavy and drained. Above him, Harrison remained close, his massive frame casting a wide shadow in the dim light.
Harrison stayed leaning over Julius for a long moment, his dark eyes locked onto Julius's face. His breath was still hot against Julius's skin, his thumbs brushing over Julius's hips with a steady pressure.
"Come on," Harrison said, his voice dropping into a low, rough rumble.
He wrapped his large hands around Julius's waist and lifted him off the desk with a single motion. Julius's boots hit the ground, his knees buckling slightly from pure exhaustion. Harrison caught him instantly, holding him firmly against his chest until Julius found his balance.
