Ineffectual protests....

Beth could feel the flush in her cheeks. Flirting was one thing, but it was time to put a stop to this before it went any further. Jeff's arm was barring her on her left side, so she put her hand on it, intending to slip underneath. "I should-"
"Stay." Jeff's voice rang in her ears. It wasn't harsh, but she was a little taken aback by its forcefulness.
"Ha...I'm not a puppy, young man..." she gave a nervous chuckle.
"No...you're not. You're a fox..." His head bent towards her, and before she could move further, his lips met hers. Her brain lit up with warning lights as his tongue entwined hers, and his arms slipped around her.
"Mmmph!!" she broke the kiss, and tried to push him away, but it was like pushing on a brick wall. Jeez, he's strong. "Jeff! I have a fiancee! And even if I didn't..." she couldn't deny her body's reaction, though. She was trembling all over, and heat burned in her cheeks.
"Come on, Miss Wilson. I've seen you watching me. I know what you want." He kissed her again, and she halfheartedly drummed her fists on his chests before just letting it happen. When he broke the kiss this time, she was out of breath.
"I have a...." she was struggling to find words...to find thoughts. Every kiss put fog in her brain.
"I'm not going to tell him." His hands held her against the wall. He wasn't exerting any real ****, but for some reason, she couldn't make herself push him away. "Come, on. You're too sexy to be tied down, Miss Wilson."
"Young man, you-" another kiss smothered her protests. This is getting ridiculous. Jeff's hands squeezed her ass, and she was shamed at how much it was turning her on. she could feel his cock pressing into her waist.
"P..Paul..." she whispered when he let her take a breath.
"He's playing Fortnite with headphones on. He's cut off from the world, he won't hear us." His hands slid up inside her shirt. "Come on. You don't really want me to stop, do you?"