Nothing is Forbidden, Right?

"Kiss me," Lex blurted out, then immediately stepped back. Turning away from her, Isis felt her heart sink as her pride shattered. "Isis, I... I didn't mean to ask," his voice filled the room, tinged with uncertainty. Still facing away, he continued, "I apologize. That was inappropriate. Goodbye, Mr. Greyson," she said, gathering her dignity as she slid off the desk, eager to escape the awkwardness. Grabbing her bag, Isis stormed towards the door. Just as she reached for the handle, Lex's strong grip stopped her. He spun her around, pressing her against the door, placing her bag on the floor. With one hand holding her waist, he brought their bodies close, while the other cupped her face. His thumb traced her bottom lip, and she couldn't help but shiver under his touch. He raised her hands above her head, pinning them to the door, deepening their connection. His mouth found hers, a skilled dance that left her breathless. Lex claimed her fully, his tongue exploring her mouth, savoring every moment. Despite the intense desire, Lex fought to maintain control, knowing this intimacy would only cause him pain in the long run. He knew he'd never forget this kiss, its unmatched intensity etched in his memory. With a laboring breath, he pulled away, their foreheads touching. He lingered for a moment, relishing the memory before stepping back. Letting her hands fall, he returned her bag. "Goodbye, Ms. Davenport," he said, his voice heavy with emotion as he opened the door, allowing her to leave.