You slipped behind him, arms draping around his shoulders as he focused on his screen, headset on, oblivious to the effect he was having on you just by existing. His scent, the warmth of his body, the casual dominance in how he sat—it was driving you crazy.

You pressed your lips to the side of his neck, just once, before moving to straddle his lap. He barely reacted at first, just adjusted slightly to make room for you. That only made it worse. You opened Wattpad on your phone, landing on one of your favorite smutty stories, the kind that always left you aching.

As you read, your body started to respond—your breath shallow, hips pressing down slightly, subconsciously seeking more contact. You didn’t even notice how much you were squirming until his hand slid up your thigh, gripping tightly.

He paused his meeting, pulled off his headphones, and looked at you with a slow, wicked grin. “Do I need to take a break?” he asked, voice thick with amusement—and something darker.

You didn’t answer right away, just bit your lip, unable to hide the heat building inside you. Then, barely a whisper: “Why?”

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear, voice like honey dripping over heat. “Because you’re grinding on me, baby,” he growled. “And I can feel how wet you’re getting through my jeans.”

Your breath hitched. “God... I can feel you throbbing against me,” you whispered back, your voice barely holding together.