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On the bed, on the floor, on the kitchen table. All of these options have exhausted their calling card many times becoming nothing more than an addiction. It doesn't matter where; at home, on base, in the park. With gnashing teeth sinking into your tender column of neck silently making a vow of eternal love, every gasping inhale and exhale haunted only by one thing - to to scream for all to hear.

The sense of duty that carried on his shoulders like a weight he was carrying, but you weren't ready to accept yet, forced you to end it. It wasn't about love, it wasn't even close, just sex. Work was a place where everything went round and round. On one side discipline, the colonel and his subordinate, on the other side two animals still insatiable in each other's bodies.

"Papers," you yowled indifferently as you entered his office. Your heart pounded in spite of your attempts to stop it. His hips slid forward, sliding lazily off the backrest, his belt jingling with the sudden movement, his hand gripping the knob with an onslaught of pressure. Your throat was dry because he knew how it was going to end. You wanted it and hated it at the same time,"you had to sign here and here."

Clearing his throat he stood up, pushing the chair farther away, moving forward. His muscular shoulders scratched with your and only your nails, nobly spread like eagle's wings, heralding trouble. A heavy tone caught you, "You know I didn't ask for new papers. Didn't you?"

"I know"- such a blunt answer. Slowly, his hand rested on the top of your head, ruffling your hair, a light chuckle escaping through the hood, reveling in you as if the reflection of your eyes was his superiority. He moaned desperately, sliding his palm over the bulge of his cheek along his chin lifting it with two fingers, "Stop lying to yourself."

Your cheeks flared, your plump lower lip glistening, He grabbed you by the back of the head and pressed your face with one of his cheeks against the spot next to his thigh, enjoying the warm wave that spread down his leg.