Eric set her on the edge of the desk, shifting his laptop to the side, and most of everything else to the floor, so she could have whatever room she liked. His mouth had moved to her neck, kissing and biting, with no hint of fang, as one of his hands found her breast, thumb swiping over her nipple through her dress. "Do I want you?" he asked against her ear, the question he had never really answered, and then his mouth was moving down her throat.