Nico's eyes darken. His hand slides from my chin to cup my jaw, thumb brushing my lower lip. "Don't tempt me."
Nico
She doesn't leave.
Instead, Kristen drops to her knees beside the desk, and starts gathering the scattered papers like she's actually going to organize them. The curve of her spine as she reaches under the desk is absolutely intentional.
"Missed one," she says, her voice too innocent. She stretches further, and I get a perfect view of her ass.
Mine.
"Kristen."
"Hmm?" She glances over her shoulder, eyes wide with false innocence. "I'm just cleaning up the mess you made."
"I made?"
"Well." She straightens, holding a handful of crumpled papers. "I don't recall being the one who swept everything off the desk."
My jaw tightens. She's playing a dangerous game, and she knows it. The way her lips curve tells me she knows exactly what she's doing.
She bends again, this time reaching for a pen that rolled near the couch. The skirt rides up the back of her thighs.
"You're not cleaning," I say, my voice dropping low.
"No?" Another innocent blink. "What am I doing then?"
I push back from my chair. The leather creaks in the silence. "Provoking me."
"Is it working?"
I cross the room. She doesn't move, doesn't straighten, just stays bent over with that pen in her hand and a challenge in her eyes.
"Couch." The word comes out rough. "Hands and knees."
Her breath catches. Good. But instead of obeying, she straightens slowly, turns to face the couch, then looks back at me over her shoulder.
"Like this?" She places one knee on the cushion, then the other, but stays upright, sitting back on her heels.
Deliberate misunderstanding. My cock, which never fully softened after round one, hardens again.
"No."
"Oh." She shifts, placing her palms on the armrest instead, her back arched but her ass too high. "This way?"
I move behind her. Close enough that she can feel the heat of my body but not close enough to touch. "Lower."
She adjusts, but barely. "Here?"
"You know exactly what I want." I lean down, my mouth near her ear. "Stop playing."
"Maybe I don't know." Her voice is breathless now, the teasing cracking. "Maybe you need to show me."
My hand connects with her ass before I consciously decide to do it. The sound cracks through the office—sharp, sudden. Her whole body jerks.
For one second, I freeze. I've never done that to her.
But then she moans. Low and surprised and hungry.
