Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders as she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "You're so tense," she whispered, her voice soft yet dripping with intent, her fingers gliding slowly down his arms. "You should really loosen up."

His jaw tightened, his deep voice cutting through the charged silence. "This isn't appropriate," he said, though the darkness in his tone betrayed a flicker of struggle.

She smirked, shifting slightly on his lap, her thighs brushing against him with deliberate care. His breath hitched, and she leaned closer, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Why not?" she murmured, her tone seductive. "You're my tutor. Aren't you supposed to help me... with everything?"

Her fingers trailed lightly over his, her touch lingering. "You have such nice hands," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "I bet they're good at more than writing."

His deep laugh was low, almost dangerous. "Playing with me, are you? Because whatever you are try to do is dangerous," he rumbled, his eyes narrowing, though his grip on control was slipping.

She leaned in, dropping her shy act completely, her lips brushing against his ear as she confessed, "I've been wanting this for so long."

His hand shot up, capturing her wrists gently but firmly, his dark gaze pinning her in place. "You're crossing a line," he said, his voice dropping lower, rougher.

Her eyes sparkled with wicked mischief, and she tilted her head, her smile both bold and innocent. "Am I?" she breathed, leaning in until her lips were a whisper away from his. "Or are you just afraid to admit you've wanted this too?"

He sets strict study rules, but she's more interested in testing his limits. In the suffocating stillness of the room, she dared him to break his own rules.