<div class="floatright">(https://www.gannett-cdn.com/-mm-/eda0939bf9716bbdabc82a495264f5fe04a93ac1/c=0-82-877-575/local/-/media/2016/01/23/USATODAY/usatsports/olivia-wilde-22.jpg?width=3200&amp;height=1680&amp;fit=crop)</div>The kiss is everything Olivia thought it would be and more. Maybe it's true what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Then again, this had little to nothing to do with heart. Jaclyn was a tantalizing beauty and to see her react to Olivia's advances in this way told the wall street empress that she was doing her job extraordinarily well. It was getting harder and harder to walk away.<br/><br/>She released the kiss, and just let her forehead rest against Jaclyn's own. Sharing her space, settled over her legs, it would have been so easy to give her a shove and lay down with her. But if she did that, she knew she wouldn't stop. That was a hard line for her. If she crossed that, it was on. Jaclyn's voice was already arousing in and of itself and just the way her hands shifted and her body squirmed ever so slightly under Olivia's own made for an oh-so-inviting proposition.<br/><br/>Olivia's lips tuck into a grin, she nibbles on her own lip for a second, almost as if she were scolding herself for what she were about to say, what she were about to do. How something could feel so right, and at the same time, leave you knowing you had to make the tactical choice, the proper choice.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Mmmm. That. I've wanted that for awhile now."</span>she purred quietly, taking advantage of this absolute intimacy.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"You sleep well... won't you. And thanks for coming."</span><br/><br/>It was harder than it should have been to push off with her legs. So much so in fact that she delayed it, shifting her hips just enough to place a kiss at Jaclyn's forehead. It was crisp, but a signal in and of itself that she wasn't really intending to go any further tonight. Oh... the things that were so aggravatingly tempting. Olivia could count them on one hand most of the time. her fingers idly ran through Jaclyn's hair one more time, just grazing through, trailing their way along her scalp in a small routine circular gesture. She was drawing this moment out and she knew it. The perfect blend of inviting intimacy, but disciplined self denial. A slow breath, a heavy inhale... and finally she'd stand, running her hands down her own shirt to straighten it out, a quaint smile, maybe a little apologetic. Not for what she did... but just the timing. It was one of those things that she could have done without in theory, it would have left Jaclyn's night much less complicated, but then... she wanted Jaclyns night to be complicated. She wanted this beauty thinking anything but straight when the morning came.