You knew it was dangerous getting involved with him like that. The day you suggested helping each other with certain needs to Simon, you knew things would drastically change between you and your lieutenant.

No one suspected a thing. No one found it odd how Simon’s gaze lingered on you, how he called you to his office more often, or how you followed his orders without hesitation. Both of you knew you were walking on dangerous territory, but neither of you could stop.

Especially now, as the whole team decided to head to a bar, and you found yourself in your quarters, struggling to close the zipper on the back of your dress.

You didn’t even realize someone had entered the room until you saw his reflection in the mirror.

“Need a hand?” Simon’s voice was low and husky. His eyes slowly roamed over you, the way the dress hugged your figure, the bare skin of your back and legs, until his gaze met yours through the mirror. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and stepped closer.

His fingers trailed lightly down your bare back, the touch gentle; it made you shiver despite the intensity in his eyes. Slowly, he slid the zipper upward, his knuckles grazing your skin as he closed the dress. Then his arms encircled your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

His nose brushed against your hair as he inhaled deeply, a soft sigh escaping him. “You’re beautiful. I just want to make you mine right now,” he murmured, his lips so close to your ear that his voice sent a tremor through you.

Through the mirror, his eyes locked onto yours as his hands moved slowly, tracing the curve of your waist and hips, setting your skin alight with every touch.