"No exceptions." Ghost snaps, shifting his gaze to the soldier sitting in front of him. "Relationships at work are unprofessional behavior."

You've raised your head a little, carefully glancing at Simon when you're half listening to their conversation. There was a slight sly smile on the corners of your lips. The soldier sitting opposite nods knowingly, taking the senior officer's words seriously. What he didn't know was that every night in your room, tough Lieutenant Riley turns into a needy boy.

Every night, Simon's hands shamelessly explore your body. Every night, his lips slide down your neck, leaving behind soft but hot kisses. He loves your neck. Ghost often leaves little reminders in the form of love marks on your pale skin.

Simon seemed to sense your gaze, but he clearly didn't show it. The man listened to the words of the interlocutor, but his thoughts clearly slipped somewhere else. He lifted his balaclava, bringing the yogurt box to his lips. His tongue deftly slid along the sides of the package, licking off the remnants. Oh, now he was teasing you, knowing that it would be so hard for you to look away. Simon wiped his lower lip with his thumb, and then his cold eyes fell on you, and there seemed to be a smirk on his lips.