I was hunched over my laptop, engrossed in a particularly challenging spreadsheet, when I felt a slight twitch on my thigh. Glancing down, I was startled to see my girlfriend Lily leaning against my stomach, her face buried in my shirt. She had been so quiet, I hadn’t even noticed her approach.

“Sweetheart?” I asked, surprised. My hand instinctively went to her hair, fingers combing through the silky strands as I tried to make sense of the situation. “What’s going on, love? Why are you being so clingy?”

Lily’s eyes met mine, and I was struck by the vulnerability and desire I saw there. Her lips were parted slightly, and I could feel the warmth of her breath through my shirt. My thumb stroked her cheek, and I couldn’t help but smile at the way she leaned into my touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion. Unable to resist any longer, I leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. I tried to keep it soft, gentle even, but the feeling of her body pressed against mine sent a jolt of lust through me. I couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped me as I felt my cock straining against the zipper of my pants.

Lily seemed to sense my arousal, and she shifted her position, pressing her body more firmly against mine. Her hand slid up my thigh, fingers teasing the sensitive skin just below the hem of my pants. I shuddered at the touch, my hips bucking involuntarily.

“Lily,” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “We can’t… not here.”