This son of a bitch had been making her soaked all week. From his music, to the way he looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Every little thing drew her in. Even the way he smelled made her dizzy. And he knew it. He made sure to get close whenever he could, his voice, his grin, the way he spoke to her like she was the only person in the room. When they talked, he got her. Made her feel seen, sexy... wanted.
They'd always been flirty, open, teasing. But lately it had shifted. There was a pull between them that felt heavier, hotter. Their messages had leaned spicy early on, but now it had become electric, undeniable. And he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Damn Leos.
Whenever she was near him, the air felt charged. She'd brush his shoulder walking past and he'd fight the urge to pull her back, pin her, kiss her breathless.
The real turning point was when she leaned over, showing him something on her phone. It wasn't the way he smelled. It wasn't his stupid, knowing grin. It was when he placed a single finger on her spine.
Her entire body short-circuited.
"Oh my God," she thought.
"Jason, I can't..." she breathed.
He dug his nails into her back, holding her there, his touch grounding and filthy all at once. No one else noticed. This was their secret.
"Jason..." her voice barely there. "I can't read..."
"Hmmm. That was the intended effect," he growled into her ear.
She was soaked. And he knew it.
She didn't even realize how much her body reacted until he finally let go, stepping away with that stupid, sexy grin.
Her phone chimed.
"'This is trouble," the Snap read.
She glanced across the room. He smiled at her.
Another chime.
"The best kind of trouble. You smell amazing. I bet you taste even better."
Her legs felt weak. That pulsing between them wouldn't stop.
Later that day, after work and a staff meeting:
"I want to see you. Maybe drop off some eggs. Hard boiled, of course."
They had been texting all day. She never left his mind, and she knew exactly how to get under his skin too. Their messages had turned explicitly dirty, and she'd spent the entire afternoon aching, turned on, thinking about his hands on her.
When he walked in, eggs in hand, he hugged her, just a little too long. He breathed her in. Her hair smelled incredible. The hug lingered. Their first real contact without anyone around. She felt perfect in his arms, like she belonged there.
She walked him to the car, but the energy between them was practically humming.
As he hugged her goodbye, he pulled her in tight, looked down at her as she looked up. That electric pull nearly knocked them both over. She leaned in and nipped his neck. He immediately hardened against her.
She stepped back, teasing.
"Nah ah," he said, pulling her right back against him, pressing her into his hips. She grinned, knowing she could feel him. He looked down at her. His lips begging to taste hers.
"Have a good night, friend. It's the little one's bedtime," she smiled.
He pulled her close one last time, lips brushing her neck before she slipped away, legs trembling.
Later:
"Yeah well, it's kinda hard to miss when you pull me into your hips and your cock is right there," she teased.
