#sephora

"come sit, show me" he says pulling you back towards the seat behind his desk. "here?" you ask as he takes a seat, man spreading a bit so you can sit comfortably on his lap. he nods his head, "c'mere" he says patting his thigh, with that little musk slutty voice he does. you shake your head, with a small laugh as you sit. you pull the bag over towards you, as his hands sit comfortably on your thighs. he leans back in his chair giving you all his attention.

"okay so from ulta..." you start as you take out all the items. "i got these covergirl lip stains that i've been seeing all over my tiktok." you say pulling out the 5 colors you got. "try one on" he says lightly. you contemplate on which one you wanna try, "i really like these because it stains your lips and you don't have to reapply it" you start putting on the shade brazen raisin, it's a a brown red against your skin. "versus a regular liner that comes off with any little smudge" you say turning to see his reaction.

"let me try" he says and before you can respond he leans forward, fingers grabbing your chin to meet him halfway as his lips meet yours in another kiss. this time it's so much more passionate, like he's been waiting for you all day, wanting you all day. he pushes his tongue against your bottom lip like he's asking for permission, you open your mouth justa little bit wider, allowing him entrance.

your tongues swirl together in harmony as you both grow breathless, he pulls back, biting and nibbling on your bottom lip just a little bit. you're left flustered, lips pink and a bit sore from the kiss, while his smirk has never left his face. his eyes drop to your lips, as he runs his thumb against them. "that liner, stainer whatever, worked" he said leaning back, and he crossed his arms and gave you his undivided attention again, like nothing happened.

you blinked a couple times, like you were trying to come back down to earth, but your body was still caught somewhere between his lips and the way his hands had tightened just slightly on your thighs. your fingers were still loosely wrapped around the lip stain, but you hadn’t moved to grab another thing.

“rafe...” you mutter, a little breathless, your voice softer than you meant it to be, needier than you wanted. he just tilts his head, watching you like you’re the only thing in the room worth paying attention to. “keep going,” he says casually, like he didn’t just kiss the thought right out of your head. his thumb starts tracing slow, lazy circles on your thigh, just under your jean skirt “you were showing me.”

you let out a small disbelieving laugh, shaking your head as you finally reach back into the bag. “you’re distracting me” you say. “am i?” he hums, not even pretending like he doesn't know what he's doing. his other hand slides a little higher on your leg, squeezing once, like he needs to feel you there. you look at him over your shoulder, “what’s up with you today?”

he doesn’t answer right away. just leans forward slightly, brushing a strand of hair back behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your jaw for a second too long. “what do you mean?” he asks, voice low, but there’s that smirk again.

you narrow your eyes at him, “you’re more affectionate.” you gesture vaguely between the two of you. “way more touchy and flirty than usual. you were just dazed into your work 2 seconds ago.” you exagerate. “still am,” he shrugs, like it’s nothing, you huff out a soft laugh. “yeah, okay big guy.”

he leans back again in his chair, pulling you with him slightly so you settle deeper against his chest. his hands rest on your thighs like they belong there. “i just like seeing you in here,” he says finally, eyes dragging over you again, “walking in with your little bags, and your coffee,” his thumb brushes over your thighs again. “looking all pretty.”

your cheeks warm instantly, and you look down at the products in your lap, trying to play it off. “ugh rafe…” you say, getting all shy at the compliment. “what?” he presses, a little smirk tugging at his lips. “i’m being serious.” you look back at him, and he’s already watching you. “i love seeing my girl spend my money getting things she wants” he adds, voice darkening just in the slightest.

“especially when she comes straight to me to show it off,” he continues, his hand sliding just a bit higher before settling again. “like she knows exactly who she’s doing it for.” you swallow, trying to focus again as you pick up another item, but your thoughts are all over the place now. “okaay” you say, a little quieter, trying to get back on track. “then pay attention.” he smirks, leaning back up to place a kiss on your shoulder.

“i am, i am."