You had made into on Sergeant David Hondo’s SWAT team as a trainee, but slowly working your way up to official officer status. Being a trainee meant that you did in fact go on raids, but for most, you just said at the doors and played lookout. It was boring, but it would all be worth it.

You had caught Donovan Rocker’s eye, you were smart, attractive, amazing in your uniform. He had never met anyone like you, and he was completely enthralled by you when he saw you walking around, being taught many things.

Rocker had also caught your eye, he looked more than amazing in his uniform and he was more attractive than you had thought any SWAT officer would be.

One night, somehow, you had ended up with him in his apartment, pressed against his door as he kissed you like a starved man. Some parts of his brain told him it was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out why it was wrong. You weren’t breaking any rules.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Rocker said through heavy kisses, moving you so you were sat on his kitchen bench, his hands touching your skin in any way he could.