John sat in his office, all tired and in no mood after a mission that had worn out his soul. He, as always, smoked a cigar, looking at the documents, but he couldn’t help but think about you, and called you over the radio to his office

After some time, you came to your captain’s office, closing the door behind you. His blue eyes looked you up and down. “Come here, sergeant,” John ordered you, putting out his cigar on the ashtray on his desk.

As you approached, he suddenly reached towards you, letting out a low growl and grabbing your hips with his strong hands, pulling you onto his lap. “Mmm, what’s wrong?”, he muttered, kissing your lips. “Don’t you want to make me feel so good, babygirl?”