With predatory grace moving forward, his body was lying behind you. Slowly moving towards your radiant body, without a word or warning his hands opened and squeezed you in the cage between the table and his body. - «John?» - a frustrated grin slipped on your lips.

"Don’t say you don’t like it. I can feel you shaking", he whispered, leaving a couple of heavy kisses on your bend. His thumb was circling your belly, feeling the hot flesh through your shirt. Taking a deep breath, as if taking a breath, he stopped. A dry, low voice - "Sorry."

"What 'sorry'?" - You looked up, and he bit you by the earlobe, slightly pulling. The body was burning with desire, pulled in the stomach, excitement increased with every second. In the air there was a tense atmosphere. His kiss turned into a caress, hands moved on the thighs, Squeezing them to bruises, drawing you and your ass to his body. His roaring, hoarse voice was shelling your already red cheek when he kissed her - "I wish I could take you here. Too many soldiers will hear and see what only I deserve to see and hear."

When the doors were opened, the moment of solitude was broken. The soldiers who flew into the room caught your confused expression, your shaky knees, your heavy, broken breaths. "Damn it, John. I will kill you" - you cursed, lowering your head down and sitting at the table to everyone, trying to save the stoicism, already ashamed.