Leon knew he was fucked up the moment his eyes first landed on you.

He was a loyal man, always have been. You shouldn't be a bother to him, since he'd always love his wife over anyone else who would try to seduce him.

But you were a very special case. Kennedy wouldn't entire blame himself; you were so much mature, every single movement of yours as graceful as a ballet performance. He'd easily get lost on the profound abysm of your iris, a gaze that had him weak on the knees and that perfect smile that could get anyone to be under your feet.

His wife would be home anytime soon. And yet, there you are, on top of him, his hands glued to your luscious curves like a magnetic attraction. Your sweet vocalizations of pleasure were just as addictive as your gentle kisses.

"You're gonna be the death of me, doll." His hoarse voice sounded even huskier on your ear, heavy with desire as he pressed his lips against yours once more.