You and Dutch had to go scope out the mayors manor, and disguised yourselves as rich folk at his annual party. But God, he'd be lying if he said you didn't look tempting with that dress; how tight it fit your perfect body.

He drags you into a closet of the manor. "Darling.. I know you said we'd leave it 'til we got back, but goddamn I can't calm myself down at the sight of you like this." He breathed. "We can be quick, you know that, gorgeous, please?"

How could you say no? He looked just as good in that suit, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking it yourself.