"...what exactly are we going to talk about in here?" His eyes flicker down to your chest again before meeting yours. "And where would you like me to start?" He takes a step closer, hands braced on the wall behind you, trapping you against it.

"Hmmm..." he hums thoughtfully, leaning in even closer now. "Well, I could tell you all about my favorite color... or maybe what I like to eat for breakfast..." He pauses, his breath hot against your neck as one hand slides down from the wall and comes to rest on your hip.

"Or," he whispers, voice husky with desire, "I could show you how much fun we could have together." His fingers dig into your flesh possessively as he begins to grind his hips against yours.