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able to look away from the hollow of her throat and the swell of her chest. Yeah, the noise she made was slightly orgasmic, but it was really good coffee. And it was fun to watch the calm and collected Mark groan under his breath.
    “So I have to know. Who do you like better,” he asked, filling a glass with ice and pouring a glass of sweet tea from a pitcher in the fridge. “Thor or Loki?”
    Lissa licked her lips and smirked over the steam in her mug. “I think you could combine them to make the perfect man. Thor's childlike wonder and classic masculinity with Loki's cleverness and charm. Add in a dash of Tony Stark's wit, Cap's idealism, David Banner's self-control, and Hawkeye's butt, and I think you'd have one devastating superfox.”
    “You've obviously given this a lot of thought.”
    “I tried to write Thor/Loki slashfic once, but all they did was banter and pull each other's hair.”
    Mark took a long drink of his tea, put it down, stepped close, took the mug from her, and placed it gently on the counter, well away from her body. He put his hands on the granite, one on either side of her, just touching her hips, and swayed closer, one boot planted carefully between her bare feet, where her toes were painted fire engine red. Lissa looked down and licked her lips, hoping that even if he didn't drink coffee himself, he wouldn't mind the taste of it on her breath when he kissed her, because the way he was standing, the way he was boxing her in with his body, he had to kiss her or she'd grab him and do it herself.
    “Do you want to pull my hair?” he murmured in her ear.
    She pursed her lips and obliged, running her fingers through the loose, wind-tousled strands and tugging gently, just enough to make his head cant slightly. The color would've been pretty on a girl, but on him, the mix of fire and gold just made him look more like a lion, or maybe a conquering warrior poet from Outlander or Highlander. Any kind of -lander. That visual tipped Lissa over the edge, and she used fingers already tangled in his hair to pull his face down to hers, taking his lips in a kiss designed to be powerful and maddening in its indolent slowness.
    Because she could.
    He opened his mouth and let her lead, waiting for her to have her taste before pressing her back into the counter to slake his own hunger. His mouth was cool and sweet from the tea, a peculiar sensation compared to the lasting burn of her coffee. Lissa's hands traveled from his hair down his chest to the waist of his kilt, where his shirt was perfectly, maddeningly half-tucked. Her fingertips danced along that line, just darting in to skim the skin waiting, hot and smooth, underneath.
    Fire shot through her and settled low in her belly, the kiss leaving her breathless as the fervor built and slow laps of his tongue became insistent thrusts. She was aware of the hot press of him through his kilt, which allowed more freedom than jeans, but something held her back from taking the next step. Pulling away, her teeth grazed his lip.
    “This is probably breaking at least ten HR rules and one health code,” she murmured.
    Mark's hands settled on her hips, his fingers curling into the loops on her jeans to hold her in place.
    “I might be a little more Loki than Thor. I'm not thinking about rules right now.”
    “So you're not worried about getting in trouble?”
    His kiss started out sweet and soft and quick, but the swipe of his tongue after was all lust.
    “I suspect a night with you would be worth getting fired. Not that I plan on getting fired. Dr. Horne doesn't have secret cameras around here, does he?” She shook her head. “Then if you won't tell, I won't.”
    “I'm not exactly the gossipy type.”
    “I know. I asked around the first time I saw you.” He put his lips to her ear, his breath heating her neck. “Everyone's terrified of you.”
    “You're not.”
    He ran his tongue around the shell of her ear, and she nearly melted. “Even Wonder Woman has her