The summons to Captain Price’s office was unexpected but not unwelcome. You knocked lightly before stepping in, closing the door behind you. He was seated at his desk, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, a deep sigh leaving his lips.

“Busy day?” you asked, voice laced with amusement.

Price cracked an eye open, looking at you with that familiar mix of authority and something more. “You could say that.” He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “Needed a moment to clear my head.”

You stepped closer, your hands trailing over the edge of his desk as you lowered yourself onto your knees. “I can help with that,” you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes.

His breath hitched ever so slightly as he watched you, eyes darkening with anticipation. His hands shifted to his belt, but you were quicker, undoing it for him with practiced ease.

A low groan left his lips as you worked, his fingers threading into your hair, guiding you. “Just like that, love,” he murmured, voice thick with pleasure. The stress that had weighed on him all day melted away, replaced by the slow, intoxicating relief you gave him.

He let himself lean back, hand tightening in your hair as he murmured your name, low and reverent.