Jennie's POV
I leaned against Lisa's desk, pretending to skim through a file, but my focus was on her. She was sitting in her chair, typing away, her lips slightly pursed in concentration. Even in the mundane moments, she had this effortless charm that pulled me in. I smiled to myself, watching her steal a glance at me. When our eyes met, she grinned—a soft, knowing smile that made my heart skip.
"You're staring," Lisa said, leaning back in her chair, her tone teasing.
"I'm not," I lied, my cheeks warming.
Lisa chuckled, pushing away from her desk and standing. She walked over, stopping inches from me. "You're a terrible liar, Jennie. But I like that about you."
My heart fluttered at her words. "And you're insufferably cocky."
"Only around you," she replied, her voice low and intimate.
She reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Her fingers lingered, tracing the line of my jaw, and I leaned into her touch without thinking. Every moment with Lisa felt surreal, like I was in a dream I didn't want to wake up from.
"You're so beautiful," she said softly, her thumb brushing my cheek.
I tried to keep my composure, but my heart was racing. "You're supposed to be working," I said, though my voice came out more breathless than firm.
Lisa tilted her head, her smile mischievous. "How can I focus on work when you're here looking like that?"
"Like what?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Like you're all I'll ever need," she murmured before leaning in and pressing her lips to mine.
The kiss was gentle at first, but as my hands found their way to her shoulders, it deepened. I felt the familiar rush—the way my heart pounded, my breath quickened, and the rest of the world disappeared. Her hands settled on my waist, pulling me closer.
I shouldn't let this happen. We were at work. This was reckless. But with Lisa, I could never think straight.
Her lips trailed down to my jaw, then to my neck, and I shivered under her touch. "Lisa," I whispered, trying to regain some semblance of control, but even I didn't know if it was a plea to stop or to keep going.
She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes dark and full of emotion. "I love you, Jennie," she said, her voice raw and unguarded.
My breath hitched. Hearing those words from her felt like my heart might burst. I cupped her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. "I love you too," I whispered.
The room felt charged with emotion, with unspoken words and lingering touches. She kissed me again, softer this time, as if savoring every second.
I didn't know how long we stayed like that—lost in each other, forgetting where we were or the risks we were taking. But in her arms, nothing else mattered.
Her hands swiftly undress me, her kissed brought me to spiral. I couldn't think, lust and desire controlled my body. And if ever someone might come damn with all the consequences. I love it when she couldn't control herself because of me.
Lisa pushed me gently towards table, my nakedness was all hers to see. Her eyes screams how she wanted me. Her breathing was frantic, her chest moves deeply and slowly.
"Ahhhmm" I moan when Lisa's hand cupped my sensitive flesh. Her face was red, her sweats falling endlessly while I try to help her took her suit. Her face were red, I could feel how her body felt hot, how her breathing were so shallow but deep. Lisa wanted me, she wanted me so bad and I love it.

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Unspoken Desire JenLisa AU
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