I leaned forward capturing his lips in mine giving a sweet kiss. "Hmm let's see not too much tongue and you didn't bite my lip this time" I stated "you've been practicing" I questioned.
Steve laughed "oh I don't kiss and tell" he smirked.
"Just because we're together doesn't mean I'll stop insulting you, you defrosted asshole" I joked as Steve groaned "fair play Satan" he quickly said playing along.
He placed his hands around my waist pulling me even closer making the two chairs hit off each other I lightly squealed as he gently picked me up and placed me on the glass meeting table, he stood up himself "maybe once more just so you can get a good idea" he said as I looked at him confused.
Instead of explaining he leaned down himself kissing me again as he placed a hand on my cheek, thumb grazing my cheekbone. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me up using his other hand to support my legs modestly placing it under my thigh as I wrapped my arms around the back of his head.
"Ok that was better" I laughed pulling apart as he let go of me both of us not keen on getting caught in a meeting room.
"I always thought you were one big conceited asshole" I confessed as he gasped playfully "proved me wrong I guess" I admitted and he grinned in return as we both made our way out of the room.
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FanfictionAn enemies to lovers slow burn book featuring Steve Rogers the man himself and y/n