His kiss was so soft, like he was maybe afraid she'd disappear, a figment of his imagination. She rested one hand gently on his chest, feeling his heartbeat as they kissed. "You're incredible," she said, quietly, the office feeling small and intimate (and a total mess, she was sure). She didn't feel self-conscious standing in nothing but her heels, sure she was absolutely dripping down her legs; she wasn't worried about what he might think of her messed hair or how utterly desperate she'd been while he fucked her. She had been Alice, and Alice didn't care about that - Alice wanted him, and Alice was still here with him now, and Alice would be stomping around set all day daydreaming of the next time Robert might fuck her, and how soon that might be.
"Next time, I get to taste you, though," she said, licking her lips at just the thought of it, "I want to surprise you, get you alone and push you up against a building and get on my knees and suck your cock until you can't even stand up on your own anymore," she spoke softly still, despite the dirty words she was using. Even the contrast was titillating. "Does that sound like something you'd like?" She wasn't sure he'd ever want to do this again - after all, she was going home to her husband tonight, whether he liked it or not.