Kimura Rei - | Married Secretary- Sweat And Kissi...

“May I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Rei‑san,” he said quietly, “I’ve admired the way you handle everything, even when it feels like the world is pressing down on you.” His thumb brushed the curve of her cheek, as if tracing the line of tension that had built up over the weeks.

She glanced up, cheeks flushing a warm pink from both the heat and his sudden attention. “Just trying to get everything perfect for the client. It’s a big deal.” Kimura Rei - Married Secretary- Sweat And Kissi...

When she opened her eyes, Hiroshi’s gaze was steady, his own breath warm against her face. The space between them was no longer just a professional distance—it was an unspoken invitation.

He smiled, a soft, almost tender curve of his lips that seemed to say more than words ever could. “You always do, Rei‑san. Trust me.” He reached out, his hand brushing against the edge of her desk, the cool metal of the table contrasting with the warmth of his palm. “May I

Rei managed a small, genuine smile. The tension in her shoulders eased, the sweat on her skin now a reminder of the intimacy she’d just shared. She turned back to the laptop, the final slides ready to be printed, but the weight on her heart felt lighter.

She closed her eyes for a heartbeat, allowing the moment to settle. In that instant, the office seemed to shrink around them, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights turning into a distant hum. The sweat on her skin felt less like a sign of exertion and more like a reminder that she was alive, that she was feeling. “Just trying to get everything perfect for the client

“Rei‑san,” he said, his voice soft but edged with the fatigue of a long day. “I heard you’ve been pulling all-nighters again. I hope you’re not overworking yourself.”