Vivian chuckled low in her throat, rocking a little more, wetting her lips and moving her hand to run up into his hair. "Not like this... on the desk. Take me on the desk," She murmured, giving his hair a gentle tug, not hard enough to hurt. "Take me... make me yours. Property of Slater." Her voice was growing lower, huskier as she spoke, and she raked her teeth gently down his jaw. "I want to be yours... all yours. Do with me what you will."