"Ella what are you doing?" She was sitting in front of him of the counter with a spray bottle, spraying his hair and attacking it with a comb whenever he looks away.
"I'm trying to tame your hair." She's wearing one of his button-up shirts, but nothing else, and his hands grasp her bare thighs, before sliding upwards. Her breath hitches, and she stops her spray and attack version of hair styling.
"Oh, I'm sorry is that distracting?" He asks in his 'I-don't-get-social-cues' voice. Her eyes get wide before she drops the comb and spray bottle and projects herself into his arms. He catches her, because that's what he does, and it's not even a second before her lips crash against his. Their teeth clash right before she shoves her tongue into his mouth. His hands go from the tips of her thighs to her bare ass, she wraps herself tighter around him. Despite the fact that's he's already running late for work, he doesn't tell her to stop, he doesn't tell her that she's getting cum on his sweater, he just shoves her back onto the counter long enough to undo his belt and shove his pants and boxers to the floor.
"Spencer," she doesn't so much as say his name as whimper it, before he pulls her back against him and shoves inside of her. The sound she makes then could be mistaken as a sound of pain, but her nails are digging into him for a completely different reason.