He wants to escalate

The admission acts like a match to dry wood. Jimmy’s eyes darken, and before she can say another word, he pulls her into his arms. The shared knowledge of the boundary being pushed drives an instant, overwhelming surge of desire between them. They begin making out fervently right there in the middle of the living room, hands moving with an urgency that borders on frantic.

Jimmy pushes the straps of her dress down her shoulders, his voice rough against her neck. "Imagine it's him," he murmurs, his hands sliding down her hips. "Imagine it's John undressing you right now in the office."

"Jimmy, stop..." she breathes, her body betraying her words as she presses closer to him.

His hand slides down, discovering the undeniable dampness beneath her clothes. He chuckles softly, a sound filled with dark satisfaction. "You're wet, Samantha. You like it. You love the thought of him looking at you like that."

"I don't... I don't," she tries to deny, her voice breaking, but the sheer physical reality of her arousal makes the denial completely empty.

Jimmy pulls her down onto the sofa, his touch possessive. "Say his name," he commands as the intimacy deepens. "Close your eyes and pretend it's John taking you right here. Call out his name."

The psychological weight of the fantasy pushes her over the edge. As the tension builds to an unbearable peak, she loses control, her fingers gripping Jimmy’s shoulders as she cries out, "John!"

A thrill shoots through Jimmy at the sound. He watches her face, seeing her become completely receptive to the taboo nature of the act. The seed has been firmly planted. He knows I have a crush on her, and seeing how intensely she responds to the attention, he leans in close as they lie breathless on the couch. "We're doing this again tomorrow," he whispers.