There was a relationship between John and his subordinate... an ambiguous relationship. Mutual attraction to each other crashed on the iceberg of the working protocol. And Price, as you know, always followed the rules. Or almost always?

"I just want you to know that it won't happen again," John said flatly, looking anywhere but at you.

It was as if he knew that one look would be enough to betray his principles once again. Oh, how weak he was next to you. And how unacceptable it was for him, as the captain of the unit.

"As for our relations: they should be strictly professional and—"

Halting in mid-sentence, Price raised his eyebrows, feeling in mute amazement how your palms grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling the man to himself. And then your lips covered him, drawing him into a kiss.

And for a moment he lost himself, wrapping one arm around your waist, the other tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, fervently responding to the kiss. But next, Price couldn't think of anything better than to pull you off his shoulders.

"No!" John barked, pursing his lips into a thin line.

His eyes roamed over your face for a few seconds before he pointed to the door that had opened in a draft. Soap, who was passing by the office, was sipping coffee from a steaming mug with a malicious grin on his lips.

"Not with door open!" Price added louder, casting a murderous glance at the sergeant standing outside before taking two long strides to the door, slamming it in his face.

Turning around, the captain, without wasting a second, approached, picking you up in his arms, sitting you on the edge of the table to engage you in a new sensual kiss.

And even though he had lost the battle to his own heart, John felt like a winner.