Evelyn couldn't believe she'd just kissed him. It felt like an out-of-body experience—like she was watching herself from the outside, unable to stop the madness that was unfolding.
Leo's lips were still on hers, and for a moment, she gave in, allowing herself to feel the heat, the raw intensity of it. She could taste the desire in his kiss, the want that pulsed between them. And she hated herself for how much she craved it.
But then, just as quickly as it started, she pulled back, pushing him away with a shaky breath.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
Leo's eyes were dark, almost predatory, as he took a slow step forward, closing the space between them. "Evelyn, you know that's a lie."
She tried to back up, but there was nowhere to go. Her back hit the desk, and Leo was already right in front of her, his hand reaching up to gently push a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was soft, too soft for the way his body was radiating heat.
"Don't tell me you don't want this," Leo whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
Her heart was racing now, and she was fighting every instinct she had to not give in. "I can't. This isn't—this isn't just about sex, Leo."
He chuckled softly, the sound almost mocking. "You're right. It's not just about sex. It's about power. It's about control. And you're not the only one who knows how to play the game."
His words sent a shockwave through her, and for the first time, she realized how much control Leo had over her in this moment.
"I'm not asking you to give up your power," Leo continued, his hand brushing against her jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of her lip. "I'm asking you to let me show you how good it feels to share it."
Evelyn's breath hitched, her mind swirling with a thousand conflicting thoughts. She wanted to push him away, to remind him of his place. But everything in her body was screaming at her to give in.
Leo could sense the struggle in her. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above hers. "Let me in, Evelyn," he whispered, his voice a husky command. "Let me show you what it means to surrender."
Before she could think any further, he kissed her again, this time with a fierceness that matched the fire burning between them. She gasped against his lips as he pressed her harder into the desk, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer.
This was no longer about control or power. It was about need. A need neither of them could ignore anymore.
The kiss deepened, more urgent now, as if they were both trying to make up for lost time. Every touch, every movement was electric, sparking a fire that neither of them could put out.
Leo pulled back just long enough to look into her eyes, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't play by the rules, Evelyn. And neither do you. So what's stopping us?"
Evelyn's breath was ragged, her body betraying her as she felt herself slipping. She knew she should stop, knew she should resist. But right now, in this moment, there was only him.
With one last lingering kiss, Leo pressed her against the desk, the heat between them overwhelming her every sense.
And Evelyn finally let go.