A lopsided grin formed beneath the mask, pupils dilating, his eyes travelled over the curves of figure as your feet shifted in the air. Lying on your front across the mattress, radio phone pressed to one ear, he watched the teasingly slow twirl of your finger around a stray lock of hair.

Dangerous. But he’d break all the rules for you. Carpet muffled his footsteps as he drew closer.

Two strong hands grasped your ankles and tugged you down towards the edge of the bed, earning a loud and surprised gasp in response, head immediately turning to meet his intense, hungry gaze over your shoulder.

Gloved index finger raised over where his lips were beneath the material.

Quiet.