He wanted to ask why she felt that way, why she was missing this spark and passion, why she was with her husband if he wasn't enough, but he would never intentionally allow himself to push her in that way. Like he'd told her, he would be whatever she needed. "I'd be happy to do that for you," he admitted, his eyes expressing that he would do so much more if she would let him. But that would be pushing, and he wouldn't do that.
That kiss made him want to hike her up onto the desk and have his wicked way with her again, but then she was pulling back and talking about cleaning up, and he gave a short nod, stepping away from her so she could move around easier. He found his wand first, waving it to clean up the worst of the sticky mess they'd made, and then he tugged his own clothes back on.
Once they were both fully dressed again, he tugged her close, his fingertips stroking over her jawline gently as his eyes focused on hers. "You are exquisite and brilliant, and I will always be here to remind you," he promised before dipping his head down to catch her lips in another sweet kiss. "I'm going to go now, so I can come in to work properly," he murmured against her lips, his eyes opening with a mischievous glint to them.