Her lips brushed along his neck, she straddled his hips on his chair and smirked; the vines removing themselves having served their purpose. Her hands ran along the color of his shirt and begun to unbutton it. She'd been waiting for the perfect time to attack him and now he'd be his. She admired his chest by running her fingers gently along it and began moving her hips against his feeling his bulge through the thin material of her stockings.