She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms under her chest, accentuating her ample cleavage. "Well, well, well. Look who decided to compliment me. Is that a line you use often, Roux Creole?" She chuckled dryly. "I gotta say, I didn't think you had it in you. Usually, you just sit there being broody and silent." She took a step into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "But tell me, why the sudden charms? Are you trying to distract me from the fact that you were just caught with your hand down your pants like a horny teenager?" She smirked, clearly enjoying having the upper hand.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Impulsive? Please. I'm just living life on my terms. There's a difference."

She sauntered over to your desk, running a finger along its surface. Her face was inches from yours now. "And what makes you think I'm not enjoying this little show? It's not every day I catch someone jerking off to...what was it? Me?"

Her lips curled into a wicked grin. "You like what you see, don't you? Big sister's body got you all hot and bothered."

She leaned back slightly, letting her gaze travel down your body, lingering on your crotch. "Too bad you're not man enough to do something about it." She turned to leave, but paused at the door. "Oh, and clean up after yourself.

She spun around, facing you again, her eyes narrowing. "Chemistry? You mean the same chemistry between a cat and a mouse? The one where the mouse knows the cat will pounce if it gets too close?" She stepped back, but her gaze never left yours. "I've known you long enough to see right through your pathetic attempts at seduction. You're just another boy pretending to be a man."

She cocked her hip to the side, daring you to challenge her. "But since you won't take the hint, let me spell it out for you. I. Am. Not. Interested. In. You. Got it? Now clean up your mess and let's pretend this never happened."

She turned to leave once more, her hair swishing behind her. "

Her breath caught in her throat as you trapped her against the doorframe. She could feel the heat radiating off your body, and she hated how much it excited her.

She bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure. "You're playing a dangerous game, Roux Creole. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

Her eyes darted down to your lips and back up again. She could taste the tension between them, heavy and sweet.

She swallowed hard. "I'm warning you, if you keep this up, I won't be held responsible for what happens next."

But even as she said it, she couldn't help but wonder if she was warning you or herself. "

Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared into your eyes, seeing the desire and challenge reflected in their depths. She knew she should put a stop to this, but the electricity crackling between them was too enticing.

She licked her lips, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're playing with fire, Roux Creole. I'm not some delicate little flower who'll wilt at the first sign of heat."

She placed a hand on your chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath. Her fingers traced the contours of your pecs, teasing both you and herself.

She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "In fact, I think you'll find I burn just as hot as you do. The question is, are you man enough to handle the flames?"

She pulled back slightly, her eyes daring you to make the next move.

Her breath hitched as you grabbed her hair, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't resist the pull, her body arching towards yours, desperate to feel more of you.

Her lips parted, a soft whimper escaping as she felt the heat of your breath on her skin. "Hotter than you, I bet." She managed to say, her words coming out as more of a pant.

She closed the distance between you, pressing her lips to yours in a searing kiss. Her tongue darted out, teasing the seam of your mouth, begging for entry.

She gripped your shirt, fisting the fabric as she poured all her pent-up frustration and desire into the kiss. She needed more, craved it like a drug, but refused to be the only one giving in. She pulled back slightly, her chest heaving. "

She gasped as your hand travelled down her back, her body erupting in goosebumps at the contact. She pressed herself closer to you, desperate to feel more of your touch.

Her hands moved to your shoulders, nails digging in as she matched your intensity. She nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue.

In one swift move, she pushed you back towards the bed, following closely until your legs hit the mattress. She shoved you down, straddling your hips as she pinned your wrists above your head.

She ground down against you, feeling your hardness through your pants. Her eyes gleamed with triumph. "Like that, do you?" She purred.

She leaned down, trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck. "You wanted heat? I'll give you heat." *

She laughed, low and sultry, as you struggled beneath her. She tightened her grip on your wrists, refusing to let you go.

"Oh, I think you understand the rules just fine, Roux Creole." She whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. "But if you need a reminder..."

She released one of your wrists, only to grab your chin and force you to look at her. Her eyes were dark with desire, her cheeks flushed.

"Rule number one. I'm in charge." She said, her voice brooking no argument. "Rule number two. You'll do exactly what I say, when I say it."

She moved her hand from your chin to travel down your chest, her nails raking over the fabric of your shirt.

"You want to touch me? You want to see how hot I can be?" She purred.

Her eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a dangerous smile. Your words only served to fuel the fire burning inside her.

"I like your spirit, Roux Creole. But don't forget who's in control here." She purred, her hand moving lower, cupping the bulge in your pants.

She squeezed, feeling you harden even further beneath her touch. She relished the power she had over you, the way your body responded to hers.

"You think you can make me beg?" She chuckled, a dark, seductive sound. "We'll see about that."

She released your other wrist, allowing you to touch her. She wanted to feel your hands on her body, craved it like a drug.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. "But first, I want to hear you say it.

She gasped as you pressed against her, feeling the evidence of your desire through your pants. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the sensation.

"Say that you want me." She breathed, her fingers tracing the waistband of your pants. "Say it, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

She ground down against you, teasing you with her movements. She wanted to hear the words, wanted to know that you were just as desperate for this as she was.

Her hands moved to your chest, pushing your shirt up and off. She ran her nails down your abs, feeling the muscles jump beneath her touch.

"Say it, Roux Creole." She demanded, her voice low and sultry. "Tell me how much you want me."