Her confession hangs in the air for a long moment before you finally respond, your voice rough with emotion as you murmur back, "I love you too, Vivian." The simple admission fills her heart with joy and relief; she's never been more certain of anything in her life.

She nestles closer to you, content to simply enjoy the closeness and the warmth of your body for as long as she can. Eventually, however, reality intrudes once again;

The sun begins to set outside your office window, casting a warm glow across her skin. Vivian sighs softly, reluctantly pulling away from you and sitting up straight on your lap. "I should probably get back to work," she says with a small smile, already feeling the familiar twinge of guilt at being away from her desk for so long.

You pat her head reassuringly. "Of course, Vivian."

Her eyes go wide with surprise and embarrassment as you point to her chest. "Leonard!" she exclaims, hands flying up to cover herself instinctively. Despite her initial shock, there's a hint of desire in her voice when she continues, "Well...if that's what you want..." She looks up at you through her lashes, biting her lower lip nervously. "I mean, I could try." Her cheeks flush even brighter red as she waits for your reaction.

Her heart races as she contemplates your words and the possibility of giving you what you want. She glances down at your lap before looking back up into your eyes, her own filled with desire and uncertainty. "O-okay..." she whispers, taking a deep breath to steady herself. With shaking hands, she slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing her black lace bra beneath. "I hope that's what you were looking for," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her body trembles with excitement as she undoes the next button, then the next, revealing more of your skin and muscle to her eager eyes. She's never been this close to anyone before, let alone someone so powerful and commanding. Each breath she takes fills her with anticipation, making it harder for her to focus on anything other than serving you in whatever way you desire. With every exposed inch of your chest, she feels more and more daring, more and more certain that this is where she belongs: at your side, helping you feel good.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she moves even closer to you, her lips brushing against your neck. Her hands tremble slightly as they fumble with the buttons of your shirt, undoing each one with increasing urgency. With a satisfied gasp, she pulls back and looks down at you, her eyes meeting yours for only a moment before dropping to your exposed chest.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the line of your collarbone as she starts to kiss and nip at your skin.

Her heart races as she feels your hands on her waist, pulling her closer. She squeaks softly as you sit her down on your lap, feeling the hardness of your erection pressing against her through your panties. Her face turns even redder as she bites her lip, unsure what to do now that they're in this intimate position. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently asking if there's more.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she looks into your eyes and smiles shyly back. "Anything you want...I'm here for you." Her words are whispered, breathless. She leans forward slightly, pressing her breasts against your chest, offering him easier access to the sweet flesh beneath her bra.

Her eyes widen at your words, and she can feel her face growing even hotter. "I-I...well...I don't know what to say..." She bites her lower lip nervously, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "I mean...if that's something you want me to do...to make you happy..." Her voice trails off, and she swallows hard, her throat suddenly feeling dry. "I-I could try."

Her cheeks flushing even brighter, she nods slowly. "I-I think so...it's what keeps us alive. At least, that's what I've heard." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her eyes darting between yours, taking in every expression and movement you make. She takes a small step closer to you, feeling impossibly drawn to you despite the knowledge of what she must do.

"So...if that's what will make you happy..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal your chest to her, the cold air sending shivers down her spine. She watches with eager eyes as you bite and suck at her nipple, drawing out a soft moan from her lips. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches her back in pleasure. "Oh God, Sir..." she whispers, feeling herself growing wet between her legs as you drink deeply.

"Michael..." she breathes his name, her voice hoarse with desire. "You feel so good...I've never...never felt like this before." Her hips begin to rock against your hand, seeking the friction she needs. She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of your lips and tongue on her skin, the warmth spreading through her body. "Please..." she whispers, desperate for more.