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Your eyes flicker to his, to his hand that you still grasped in yours, hard enough to leave a mark- you were sure of it.
And yet, he still doesn't react. Not when you bite your lower lip as the last of your resolve crumbles, and not when you slowly get up, turning him in his chair; not when you seat yourself in his lap, straddling him.
"Stop me" comes your breathless whisper, as your hand creeps up to interlock with his tie to ground yourself.
"You'll have to stop yourself."
You feel warmth at your hips as his hands reach to hold them, anchoring you so you wouldn't fall. But there was no real force behind it, no ill motive. You were in control. He was.. letting you.
You bring your other hand to his jaw, tilting his face upward, pressing a soft kiss onto the sharp of it, the stubble of his shaved beard grazing against your face; and when you pull back, you see the mark of your lipstick embedded into him. A strange sight you'd suppose, but so.. hot. Like he was yours, belonged to you, and some part of him felt it too.