Other cleaners actually did their job when getting assigned with patrol. But you and your boyfriend? Quite the opposite.

Skipping duty to make out in the backseat of his car.. you’d surely get fired in lots of trouble if caught, right?

Enjin, pressed up against the seat of the car, while you straddled his lap. His hands rested on your hips— and he looked at you like you were a diamond trophy.

You trailed kisses down his neck, smirking against his skin as you sucked and worked your way to give him a hickey. His hands involuntarily gripped your hips in response to your touch, surely about to leave a bruise.

He chuckled at how hasty you kissed him. “Why in such a rush? Y’know, we have a couple more hours til’ the shifts over,” He remarked, letting out a quiet groan as your hands trailed all over his chest and shoulders.

You paused for a second, before whispering in his ear, “I just wanna love you,” and looking back up at him with pleading eyes.

He smirked. “That doesn’t mean you should stop. In fact, I don’t want you to.”

You smiled, sucking in a sharp breath as his hand squeezed your hip and the other squeezed your thigh.