This was starting to get a touch infuriating. Tony's fist clenched again in the involuntary flex that had commanded it when he laid it on the desk, this pointedly armed, dusky tease burrowing under his skin like the needles had. She wasn't saying no, she wasn't giving in, just kept drawing him in and somehow kept her balance. But then, maybe he knew that the second he saw her.
So he let himself be reeled, rocking closer just a half step, fingertips skimming up her hip to hold just over the crest of the swell, his head tilting with the same secret as before. "You kind of want to kill me right now, but you want to know how far I'll go," he started, a murmur, eyes darting like he was plucking the answers from the air. "You want zero responsibility, you want me to want you that much, that you're not even accountable anymore." His head bowed, so that he was talking down to her ear, and he could almost feel the warmth of her skin. "Here it gets a little fuzzy, maybe you can help me out: do you want me to beg you, or do you want me to take what I want?"