Yes

Nicole’s chest heaved, her skin still tingling from the cool air that had brushed against her most private places. She hurried along the park’s edge, the adrenaline of the risk she’d just taken still humming in her veins.

She stopped under the shade of a willow tree and tried to catch her breath. She was a little turned on.

Nicole leaned against the tree, letting out a long, shaky moan of frustration and relief. She composed herself, smoothed her hair, and began the final trek to her front door.

As she stepped inside, the smell of coffee filled the air. John looked up from the kitchen table, his expression warm and unsuspecting.

"Hey, beautiful! How was the run?" he asked, standing up to wrap his arms around her.

"Mm-hmm," Nicole hummed, leaning into his chest and closing her eyes.

"It was... invigorating."

"You're flushed," John noted, kissing her temple. "Did you push yourself too hard?"

"Maybe a little," she whispered, her heart hammering as she thought of the images currently sitting on her boss's phone.

"I just need a shower."