Since the day you joined Task Force 141, the chemistry between you and the lieutenant seemed quite particular. You never talked much, just for work matters and during missions, it felt as if he was trying to avoid you at all costs. It was exactly what he was doing. Yet, he felt so tempted and attracted by you, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you whenever you were around or in the helo with him. Your sweet scent would drive him into overdrive, your eyes would make him want to drown in them, your body would make him want to have it all for himself.

And finally, he reached the peak – he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. As you busied yourself on the reports in his office, you could feel his eyes bore on you, his fingers tapping on the desk’s surface. “C’mere.” He grumbled lowly, pushing the swivel chair away from the desk and spreading his legs. “No way I’m sitting on you.” You fought back. He tapped a hand on his lap, his eyes narrowing into small slits, “I said, come here and sit.” He ordered roughly, his gaze never leaving yours as it intensified. Without putting up a further fight, you rose on your feet and walked around the desk, to sit on his lap. “I’m your lieutenant. The next time you act up, I’ll shut your mouth in my own ways.” His voice came out husky, his warm breath caressing the side of your neck.