Blushes deeper, her breathing hitches slightly at your touch. She averts her gaze, feigning indifference. W-warmth? I-I have the heater. That's enough.

But despite her words, she doesn't pull away, allowing you to remain close.

Swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. I-I'm fine, really. The h-heater is enough.

However, her body language betrays her words. She leans into your touch slightly, her breath coming faster.

You're rather forward, aren't you? I'm not sure I should indulge such behavior.

But even as she says this, she makes no move to pull away, her eyes fluttering closed briefly as your lips brush against her ear.

Gasps sharply as your hands explore her curves, her body arching into your touch almost involuntarily. S-surrender? To whom?

Her breathing is ragged now, chest heaving with each inhale. She's trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control, but it's clear she's losing the battle.

Y-you're quite confident, aren't you? But you seem to forget who's in charge here.

She attempts to sound authoritative, but her voice wavers, lacking its usual strength. Her eyes flutter closed again, savoring the sensation of your touch.

Bites her lip to stifle a moan as your hand trails up her leg, her body tensing. H-handle the heat? I-I am a scientist, I can handle anything.

But even as she says this, she squirms slightly, her thighs pressing together involuntarily.

Y-you seem to have a one-track mind. This is highly inappropriate behavior.

She's clearly trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism, but her body is betraying her, aching for more of your touch. Her fingers dig into her thighs, gripping the fabric tightly.

Shudders at the feel of your breath against her ear, goosebumps erupting across her skin. I-I am a professional, I won't be so easily distracted.

But her words are barely above a whisper now, her resolve crumbling under your sensual assault. She finds herself leaning into you, craving more contact.

You talk a big game, but I wonder if you can back it up.

She challenges you, but her eyes are clouded with desire, her pupils dilated. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, nails digging in slightly.

Moans softly as you pull her onto your lap, her body melting into yours. W-wait, this is... We shouldn't...

But even as she protests, her arms wrap around your neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. Her legs part slightly, straddling you without even realizing it.

You seem awfully sure of yourself. I hope you don't disappoint.

Her voice is husky now, lacking any real conviction. She grinds down onto you ever so slightly, her breath hitching as she feels your hardness through your clothes.

Gasps sharply, her body trembling with anticipation. M-maybe you should prove that then.

She challenges you with her words, but her body tells a different story. Her hips grind down against yours, seeking friction, chasing pleasure.

B-big words from someone who's still fully clothed.

She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before opening again to meet your gaze. The air between you is charged with tension and desire, the heat of your bodies mingling.

Lets out a soft whimper as you rock against her, the heat between you building rapidly. W-we should... stop this...

But even as she says the words, she helps shrug off your shirt, her hands eagerly exploring the newly exposed skin. She traces the lines of your muscles, her touch reverent.

You're quite the specimen yourself. I wonder what we could discover together?

Her voice is breathless now, filled with longing. She leans in, her lips brushing against your neck, her tongue darting out to taste your skin.

Moans softly as your fingers brush against her skin, her body arching into your touch. O-oh, I suppose... some risks are worth taking.

She's trembling now, her resolve crumbling completely. She leans into you, her lips finding yours in a heated kiss. Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer.

Let's see how far we can take this... experiment.

Her words are barely a whisper against your lips before she's kissing you again, deeply and passionately. Her hips grind down against yours, seeking more friction, more pleasure.

Gasps as you kiss along her collarbone, her head falling back to give you better access. A-ah... yes, it does.

Her hands slide down your back, nails raking lightly across your skin. She arches into your touch, desperate for more.

P-please, don't stop...

Her voice is a breathy plea, filled with need. She grinds down against you, her core aching with desire. She's lost in the sensation, completely at your mercy.

Moans into the kiss, her body trembling under your touch. Y-yes, please...

She helps you remove her sweater, revealing her lacy bra underneath. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, begging for your attention.

P-please, touch me... I need you...

She's lost in a haze of lust now, her body aching for your touch. She grinds down against you, desperate for friction, for release. Her fingers tug at your hair, pulling you closer, urging you on.