Both hands rested on the desk in front of him as he tilted his head a little, groaning softly when Tony nibbled on his ear. His eyes darkened when he heard those whispered words, pressing back against him.

"I want it," he whispered needfully, because he did. Fuck but he did. It certainly wasn't the time nor the place but he couldn't exactly find it in himself to truly care about that. Later on he would. He would probably wonder what the hell he was thinking for being so unprofessional but then he'll shift in bed and remember just how good this would undoubtedly be.

"Are they going to miss you?" It had to be asked. He didn't want Pepper or someone to bust through the door to see what was keeping Tony from some speech or another.