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"you should, but you won't." she teases, voice light and high as she smiles over at him. she rounds his desk, picking up a stack of papers that needed to be filed and letting her fingers brush against his arm as she did. she'd never quite been able t help herself when it came to flirting with him. "you'd have to fend for yourself, and i fear what would happen if that were the case."

her words steal a soft chuckle from him, but he knows it's nothing but the truth. "you're incorrigible," comments with a disapproving shake of his head. "i should fire you." an attempt at a joke because they both know he would never do such a thing, it's been years and she's probably the very best thing about his life these days, no matter how pathetic that even sounded. "but then who would keep me in line?"

every part of him is one fire, alight with the flame of desire that she lit the spark to. he hadn't expected her to want to touch him again anytime soon, had barely been touched in the years since his wife passed, and it's driving him to madness. the simple touch of her hand has his eyes closing initially, soft grunts leaving his lips as he forces himself to remain still and not eagerly thrust into her hand. "fuck, harriet." he breathes, gasping quietly when he feels her hand slide under his clothes, gripping him bear and causing his eyes to flash open so he could look at her. his groan becomes even louder when she speaks in spanish, hot desire coursing through him as he loses his composure, hips thrusting up into her hand. "is this alright?" he questions, seeking her permission for his hand on her breast, thumb brushing softly across her nipple. "you feel so fucking good, sweetheart."

Being wit him like this again reminds Harriet of that first night together. When she was so attracted to him it hurt. Even if she was still upset about what happened after they slept together - it was impossible not to realize how attractive Tomas is. Even the sound of his voice promising to earn her trust turns her on. Yet at the same time she needs to keep her resolve, not give into him right away. Although she doesn't mind the natural way his hands move over her body. He's the only man she's let touch her in years, even before her divorce. Other women may think she was insane for rebuffing his advances for turning him down. They would kill to have anyone fawn over them like he was doing now. Harriet pushed away the waistband of his boxers to wrap her hand around his cock, eagerly stroking him. "And someday you might," she whispered into his ear not wanting to lead him on. "Right now though you get what I give you Tomas." Then to make it even more sensual for him she switched to speaking Spanish, "I'll please you until you earn the right to please me again."

when she'd first lost the last of her family when the outbreak hit, she felt lost as to where to go next. she'd had no one left to protect anymore, no one to care about except herself. then she'd come across him. damn near nearly slit his throat when they first met, trust forming slowly until she no longer reached for her knife in his presence anymore. now, every word he says to her seems to warm her, small smile curving her mouth as dark eyes find his. "i know. just as i wouldn't let anything happen to you." her tone mirrors his, the teasing weighted by the sincerity that lies beneath. her eyes light up at the concept of safety and sleep, shoulder warm from where he'd touched her. "we can both spend the entire night in the bed for once. no disrupted sleep." the realization sets in that it'll be their first time really sharing that bed, one of them always up on watch while the other rested.

perhaps it was the fact that she was the first person he had come across in literal months, or maybe it was that, at certain angles, she reminded him of the wife he once had before the world fell apart. regardless, where most people would be met with his icy stare and standoffish disposition, she is met only with a look of reverence from him, something of a small smile sitting on his lips beneath his greying beard. "i wouldn't let anything happen to you." although he meant it teasingly, a bit of sincerity warms his tone. eyes drift to their shoulders, in which he lightly leans in to nudge hers. "speaking of which... now that we've got those generators up and running, we'll be able to lock ourselves in behind those blast doors." he waves his hand dismissively. "no more night watch. we might both be able to get a somewhat decent sleep for once."

she goes willingly into his arms when he wraps her in the towel, hands resting gently against his chest. it's funny how violent the both of them are in their day to day lives, their hands covered in more blood than anyone would know, yet she always feels safe in his hold. "it's not that there are better options than you, baby. i just...i'd hate to look back on my twenties only to realize i wasted them not having fun and living life to the fullest. a real relationship just doesn't fit into that for me." but why did it feel like she was losing something even more special in exchange for that? his arms drop but hers don't, one of her hands sliding up to his cheek and brushing her thumb over it. "okay. you're gonna share a bed with me though, yeah? i'm not sleeping on your couch."

Now that she's cleaned up Benedict allows himself to admire her for all her beauty. Of course he wants her but what they want are two completely different things. As she reached for the towel he beats her to it and opens one to wrap her up in before pulling her close against him. "I do want you I just want you completely. Not just for hooking up or when you don't have better options, which are arguable in my opinion." He sneered knowing there weren't many men out there better than him. "You could have me every night if you would just not be such a brat. I mean I like you being a brat just not about being with me." He shrugs before letting her out of his arms. "Stay here tonight yeah? Just so I know you're okay. I'll grab some clothes for you to wear. They'll be mine though since you didn't leave any here when you left."

"and i think you're scared." she counters, unwelcome hurt trickling through her at his reaction. "is it really so bad that i kissed you?"

" i think you're confused. " he was far from the perfect guy you should get feelings involved with. " that's what i think. "

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . f . girlfriend, wife, co-worker, fwb, step sister/daughter, .

“just get the fucking job done.” he snapped into the phone before hanging up, letting out a long sigh. his kind of business never ceased, even when he’d rather be curled up in bed with her. turning towards her, he flashed her a smile before brushing her hair out of her face, leaning in to kiss her. “sorry, babe.” he rolled onto his knees in front of her, finally spreading her thighs as he keeps his phone in hand, back in the position they’d been in before he’d answered his phone. “now pull your panties aside for me. i wanna see that pretty little pussy.”

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb , neighbours spouse, sibling in law, step-son/brother, just anyone she shouldn't be sleeping with. inspo in source.

lorna gasps as she’s bent over the counter, legs spread apart and panties pulled down her thighs. she knows full well that she deserved it after how she’s been acting all evening, brushing against them when she passed in the hallways, fingers trailing over their ass, holding their gaze in every conversation. “aren’t you worried about someone walking in?” she murmurs, leaning back to clutch the back of their head and tug them into a kiss.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb. can be a bf/gf/partner, fwb, or maybe someone she's targeting as she's an assassin.

a smile tugs on her face as her body moves, hands carding through her hair as she sways her hips. she hasn't done this since she was eighteen and fresh into the strip club, needing a way to make money and finding fun along the way. "i told you i could dance." she tells them over her shoulder, smiling as she bends down, fingers trailing down her legs before coming beack up to rub one hand over her pussy.

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he's always been a selfish man. whenever he has something or someone who caught his eye, he would pursue it without ever pausing to consider whether or not she deserves it. when it came to holly though, he knew that he deserved her. that he'd changed because he met her, became a far better man to her than he ever planned on being. developed feelings for her that he wasn't sure he was capable of before he'd met her. a grin pulls his mouth wide when she finally agrees, nodding his head and raising a hand to brush her hair from her face, gripping her jaw gently a moment later. "yeah alright, doll, you take the reigns on this one. i don't care when we go as long as we go." he leans down, mouth covering her own in a hungry kiss, holding her jaw in place while his other hand presses against her lower back. "you must love me a whole bunch to want to run away with me, huh?"

This opportunity was something that Holly knew was rare and completely selfish. Yet at this point in her life she felt as if she had made decisions based on keeping everyone else happy. While no one did the same for her in return. Considering how dangerous it would be to run away with him she knew it would have to be done in secret. The only people she would feel guilt over leaving behind were her sisters and her parents, she had faith they would be fine though. Now she needed to do something for herself. With a deep breath she moved closer to Dante gently nodding her head. "Okay let's do this then. But I'm not just randomly leaving with you now. This weekend, my husband will be out of town. I'll send my kids somewhere gives me time to get my shit in order. If you really want me, you'll wait a few more days if it means having me all to yourself forever. Yeah?"

they were more solid than they'd ever been, her trust in him utterly unwavering. their love was just as strongly, with her belonging to him just as he belonged to her. she rolls her eyes, though she knows damn well he's right. "yes, and you're very much using those tools to your advantage, santino." she teases him, using his full first name just as he used hers. her smile is mischievous though, her nose barely brushing his own as she smiles. she sighs, fingers pressing gently against his chest at the knowledge that he was right. she spends a moment deliberating, weighing up the pros and cons of just leaving with him now. "you know how wet being jealous makes me." she quips, kissing him back before shrugging her shoulders. "fuck it, i'd rather be at home with you, honey. i already gave my speech, i just have to talk to a couple more people and then we can go. call a car, okay?" she kisses him once more, already moving away so they can leave sooner.

Considering the strength of their relationship Ross knew he wasn't the one she worried about in this situation. If he were being honest he more worried for the woman's well being considering how ruthless his wife could be when it came to him. This charm to get him to change his mind was nothing new. There were many things Isabelle could get him to change his mind on, this was not one of them. "That's because our therapist gave us good tools to use when we need to establish boundaries Isabelle." He pressed their foreheads together as he smile sweetly. "Not with you wearing this gown tonight my love, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to stay a wet mess until we get home. Where I can take it off you properly and not risk hurting ourselves or objects in the process of capitalizing on this very sexy behavior." He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back. "I am very flattered though you want me so badly. Promise I'm not going to be selfish at all when we get home."

it's a relief even to simply have her body pressed against his hard on, groaning softly as his fingers flex against her waist. he won't risk pushing the boundaries further without her lead. "i will." he murmurs quietly in return, dark eyes glued to her own as he brushes his hand along her waist. "then i'll earn it." he groans in surprise when she starts to move her body against his, pressing her closer as his forehead settles against her own. he almost can't believe she's finally touching him again after all this time. he's even more shocked when she kisses him and he feels her hand gripping him over his pants. he groans loudly, ducking his head back down to kiss her again. "you have no idea how much i think about you." he has to urge himself not to thrust into her hand, his own palm sliding over her breast instead. "i'd give anything to be inside you again. to be close to you like that."

Harriet shouldn't have been surprised when Tomas pulled her into his lap. Right away she gasped at the feeling his erect cock pressing against her. "I trust that you'll try," she whispers not wanting to get her hopes up for anything. It was beyond obvious that he wanted her she just wasn't completely ready to give into him yet. "I know you do, I just need a little more time. For you to earn it. To show me you aren't going to hurt me." She whispers already starting to grind herself against him. Of course she's starting to get wet herself but she has faith he would respect she doesn't want sex tonight. She is willing to give him a little something though. "Tell me how bad," she whispered lightly kissing his lips as her hand reached between them to start stroking his cock. "Tell me how bad you want me."

it's only when she feels at ease in the street that she finally sheathes her dagger back against her thigh, settling into quiet steps. she glances at the skyline, noting how low the sun was starting to get and noting that they'd taken longer than planned. "stop apologizing, it's fine." though it was endearing how earnest he was in his apology, like he had crossed some line she had never put into place. her smile widens as the tension breaks, cheeks still tinted scarlet from his touch as she looks sidelong at him. "is that right?" she teases him, letting her shoulder brush against his own. now that she's had the taste of touch again, she was unwilling to go so long without it anymore. "well that's comforting to know when we go to sleep tonight."

they were in the clear, with taking one last survey at the building they exited just to make certain they weren't being followed by whatever undead monstrosity was patrolling the upper levels. when isabelle speaks, he turns back around and watches as she takes the lead. "sorry," he apologies with a genuine tone before her added quip knocks whatever breath left in him as he lets out a soft laugh. now that she mentioned it, his hands have not stopped burning where he had felt her breath pressed up against his palm, or when she had taken his soon after. "guilty," he plays along as he catches up and falls into step with her "but hey, you finally gave me a reason — now i'm not letting you out of arm's reach."

there's the feeling of delight inching through him as he watches her, so casual about the blood on her weapon and the dead body on the floor. he hadn't expected their interests to align so thoroughly, and for the first time he sees her as something that could be more than just fun. he approaches her, hand reaching for her waist as he looks down into her eyes. "sure. i got my men that do this shit for me all the time. they'll do it for you if i tell them to." pulling his phone to his ear, he makes his conversation thorough but brief, squeezing joey's waist all the while as he does. when he hands up, he grips her with his other hand, tugging her closer. "you know, it makes me kinda hard to know you can take care of business like that."

the lack of emotion coming from dante doesn't surprise her all that much. perhaps it's the reason they get on so well together. her body is still pumping adrenaline, blood dripping from the sheers onto the cold ground outside of her shop as she watches her boyfriend kick the man's body. the words don't shock her either; she knows he has a rather shady background, something that initially attracted her to him. the idea of not having to lug around the body sounds so nice that she can't help but grin at him. "you'd do that for me? good, 'cause this asshole's heavy."

Mikey Madison in the Criterion Closet

a smirk tugs at her lips, unable to help but tease him when he's given her the perfect opportunity to. it does soften a moment later though at how hard he's trying to make his feelings known, a struggle that the two of them share. "don't i know it." she teases idly, eyes locked on him. "i know. how about you start repaying me by buying me a burger? i'm fucking starving."

malik huffs a short breath—could've been a laugh if it weren't so dry. the hand pressed to her chest doesn't go unnoticed, and he rolls his eyes, gaze flicking away like maybe if he doesn't look directly at her, the burn of embarrassment will fade quicker. "yeah, well," he mutters, shoulders shifting in a faint shrug, "sincerity isn't exactly my strong suit." he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly very interested in the floor. "you got the gist." then, with a glance her way, quieter, but firmer: "i meant it, though."

it had never been the plan to turn on her gang. it hadn't been the plan to fall in love with her target either, but she hadn't expected him to treat her as he has, or have a touch that left her longing for him whenever he wasn't around. it's why she had turned on them, betrayed all of them to join his ranks instead, assassin and lover. it's why she gets off on this, kneeling naked under the table with his cock in her mouth. she smirks around him, revelling in every touch of his hand in her hair. arabella gazes up at him, fingers gentle against his thighs as she bobs her head slowly, unable to help herself when it came to teasing him.

open to: f/m/nb (subs only, age gaps welcome)

muse: elijah seo, 39 year old crime boss

plot: elijah is a powerful man in the criminal underworld, after making a lover out of a member of a rival gang, he proudly displays them in a meeting with their old gang members.

possible connections: lover, affair partner

"i see, so you tried to kill me, and are now begging for my forgiveness because you couldn't handle the repercussions?" elijah questioned, his gazed flickering over the faces of the other men around the table as his hand absentmindedly carded through his lover's hair under the table. it was no secret what was going on, the table was made of glass after all, and his partners naked body kneeling between his legs on the floor was meant to be a statement. something that had once belonged to them, now willingly belonged to him. was sitting so obediently for him, keeping him in their mouth as he listened to the members of their old gang grovel for his forgiveness.

i'm rewatching obi-wan and if i end up with a ewan mcgregor muse bc of it, then what

his face has been ingrained in her memory even after all these years. after all, she'd once pictured and entire life that would be lived at his side. even when she went on to marry someone else, even when that husband had died several years ago, charles was still a haunting memory that wouldn't leave her alone. yet even in fantasies of seeing him again, she had never expected him to look exactly as he once was rather than ages like her. "how..." she murmurs quietly, shaking her head as she takes tentative steps towards him. "you look exactly the same." she mutters, confusion awash on her features. all this time she'd thought something terrible had happened to him, that he was long dead. without thinking, her hand snaps up and collides with his cheek, pain radiating against her palm afterwards. "where the hell have you been?"

a part of him had thought -- had hoped -- that she wouldn't recognise him. after all, it had been years...a decade and a half, yet the moment he sees the look in her eyes, the moment the pastries fall from her grasp, before she's even said his name he knows; he knows she knows exactly who he is. lips part, but no words or sound fall - just a slightly shaky breath at first. he tries to collect himself in the moment, he hadn't anticipated her seeing him. had been skillfully missing her gaze for years upon years, had gotten too cocky, it seems. rolling his shoulders back, he slips closer; slowly, hesitantly. "yes, it is me..." he can lie, but he doesn't want to. he's missed her, never stopped missing her, craving their closeness, but he was afraid. of what he'd become, of what he was capable of. "hello selaena."

"and how do you expect me to keep it a secret without a reason, huh?" he knows that he's being an asshole, his frustration pushing him further and further into that territory without him being able to stop it. "it's not like my reputation would be ruined by showing up somewhere with you on my arm. or is that what you're so afraid of, that people will talk?"

" it's about more than my marriage. " she replied coldly. if the truth came out it would damage her reputation too. her work would find out ... it wouldn't be good. she was seen as a pillar of the community. " we have to keep it a secret — that's all. "

he nods his head at the little information she has to go off, thankful for the fact that he has plenty of contacts good at hacking and tracking people down to try and find holly and her mystery man. "i'll look into it." he snorts when she punches the pillow, amused at her annoyance when it came to her sister's husband. he watches her carefully as she moves closer, eyes closing under her touch for a brief moment before opening them again, meeting her own as their foreheads press together. he sighs quietly, moving one of his hands up to hold her wrist gently. "i can't make you any promises, either. i don't know if i can find her or if she's gonna be in a good situation. i'll look though. i'll get all of my people on it." he turns his head to kiss her palm, heart softening at her confession. it's then that he presses away the pillow wall, arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her into his chest. "i really fucking want you, harriet. gonna keep showing you as much until it sticks."

Although it seems she has moved on from the conversation about her sister Harriet can't forget the last thing he said. "He was a criminal, that's all I know. She wouldn't tell me anything else. Frankly I didn't want to know. It was her personal business and the less I knew the less likely I was to tell her shitbag husband. Because I would have just to piss him off." She sighs punching one of the pillows before turning to face Tomas. Considering his attraction to her she knew this was total manipulation but when it came to Holly she would do anything to just know she was alive at this point. "Tomas," she started before reaching to take his face in her hands pressing their foreheads together. "If you find my sister and somehow find a way for me to see her in person," she sighs closing her eyes briefly. "I can't promise anything but it would mean the world to me." She feels her eyes fill with tears again just at the thought of seeing Holly. "It will definitely thaw my cold fucking heart though. Too many people have just left me - now I have issues and baggage. You really want all of that, because that's all of me."

when she had left for the markets that morning, selaena had expected a rather unexceptional day. she had most certainly been wrong about that. she had barely stepped away from the bakery, tarts packed away safely in the box clutched in her hands than blue eyes land on his frame. he hasn't changed since she last saw him fifteen years ago, kissing her goodnight and promising that he'd see her the next day. only that day had come and charles hadn't been there, instead a ghost on the night never to be seen again and leaving a gaping hole in her heart. yet here he stands. the box of pastries falls from her hands, thunking against the cobblestones as she merely stares at him in utter disbelief. "charles?"

open to: w / m / nb (30+ age gaps almost a necessity !).

potential connections: best friend, betrothed, ex, whatever fits.

plot: several years ago, prince charles ferdinand disappeared, leaving a mystery in his wake. to most, he's nothing but a ghost story, but your muse was a part of his life in some fashion. he hasn't seen them for a long time, actively avoiding them since being turned into a vampire.

sleep had evaded him for years, though he supposed it was no longer a requirement of his current species. charlie's mind was far too active, far too full of thoughts of the past, of what could've been - should've been. he'd disappeared for good with intention. there's no way anyone he knew could handle, nor deserved to handle, the state of a beast he'd become. he'd had to become nothing but smoke, everyone was better off for it. still, he'd attempted to keep an eye on them throughout the years, though he had always been mindful to not allow their eyes to find him - until now, apparently. lips purse, and if his heart still beat, it'd be practically ripping out of his chest. he smiles then, hopes he can play it off. it's been enough years, he should've changed somewhat. he hadn't. not one wrinkle pressed against fresh, porcelain skin. "good afternoon. charmed, i'm sure."

there are mobsters in every seat around them, two strippers on the stage before them as their private room comes alive with debauchery. arthur takes in all that there is to behold, but especially what romee was about to do. what he had dared her to do, desperate to see just how far she was willing to go in public. his hand is gripped tight in her hair and upon the first pass of her mouth over the bottle neck, he can already feel hardness straining in his jeans. arthur keeps his grip on her hair, grinning at her as everybody cheers, guiding her head to take more and more of the bottle with each movement of his hand. "there's a good fucking girl." he quips, reaching forward with his free hand to tug her dress away from her tits, exposing them to everyone's gaze as he holds her head down over the bottle for a long moment.

setting ; based on this gif. can be at a private s.ex club, swingers club, private room at a strip club surrounded by a mob boss and associates, a work trip gone a little wild, anything! ( to note : if you'd rather request my a.na d.e a.rmas character or my e.lla p.urnell character for this starter lmk! )

status ; open to anyone!

She was drunk on attention long before the bubbles started to spill. The knife in her hand clinked against the neck of the champagne bottle - forcing a few cheers from those around her as the expensive liquor foamed and was ready to erupt. "Quiet, quiet!" Romee yelled, laughter escaping her while she bent over the table, hitting the bottle once more to cause an eruption of fizz. Adorned in next to nothing - with a fist full of her hair being held tight by one of the other patrons, she took the tip of the bottle into her mouth, her lips pursed tightly around it, cheeks sucking in. The other behind her helped guide her up and down the bottle, and with every forceful motion, she gagged and gasped - the foam bubbling out, drenching not just her but the floor beneath her as she continued to put on the show for everyone watching her.

"right, can't imagine waking up to you trying to spoon me would be something you'd be pleased about." he quips, tone back to his usual dryness even if he is amused at the visual. her not wearing much to bed, on the other hand, was something he knew damn well he would struggle with once put into practice. he can control himself better than most, but she was temptation even without her stripping down to much. it's been a long time since he's merely laid in bed with another woman and he's well aware of that fact as they gaze at each other, him propped up on his side as if they were going to discuss their days. when she pulls up the photo, he reaches for his spectacles on the bedside table, placing them on his nose before taking the phone displaying the gorgeous brunette. "my business, huh? do you mean specifically arms dealing or is he just a criminal?" his brows rise at the fact that she'd left her family allegedly, distaste settling in at the equally disturbing possibility that she could have been taken against her will. "i can help you find her." he offers simply, knowing damn well he had more contacts than her to do so. he wants to reach for her, to comfort her, but the room service interrupts them entirely and he knows the opportunity has passed. he rolls onto his back, watching her in disbelief as she takes off her clothes before dragging his own shirt over his form. "jesus christ, harriet." he has an instant hard on, glad that the covers are hiding his growing hardness at the side of her. "playing dirty is more like it."

Harriet waves him off not wanting to make him completely uncomfortable considering their sleeping arrangements were already less than ideal. "It's fine honestly, I won't be wearing much to bed either. Which is why we have the pillow wall. So neither of our subconsciousness react." There was something so simple and domesticated about sitting in bed together like this. It's exactly what she craved from a relationship, the companionship of it all. That was something she wanted for a long time yet time after time she never got it. For him to be willing to wait hurt her heart but Harriet needed to protect it too. "You know there is something else that's getting in your way," she sighs reaching for her phone. "My older sister Holly starting having an affair with someone who works in the same business as you." She hints as she pull up a picture of Holly, showing it to him. "One day she just disappears. She was married, has kids and just left. Bitch didn't even leave a note to say if she was okay so now for all I know my sister is just dead somewhere because she fell for a guy who wasn't exactly the best." Biting on her lower lip she let's that familiar ache slip in. Then the sound of someone at the door makes her jump, wiping her eyes as she accepts the pillows and blankets. "So it's more than just that," she sighs as she sets them on the bed before starting to get undressed. Harriet pulls off her shirt tossing it aside and picks his up slipping it over her head. With a smirk she gives him a wink before getting back into the bed next to him. "A sign of good faith," she shrugs as she sets the pillows between them. "Smells good by the way."

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she smiles down at his reaction to her touch, thumb brushing over the head of him again before she encircles her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking downwards towards the base. she moans at the way he plays with her tits, every brush of his fingers against her nipples making her sensitive and wetter against her thighs. "you're doing very well, my prince." she compliments, genuine as pleasure courses through her as he sucks on her, fingers working the other side and making her long for his cock to fill her. "and my name is selaena." she answers with a smile, leaning down to kiss him again as her hand continues to stroke his cock slowly. "do you want me to show you the other place to touch to prepare a woman for you? we are rather complicated, and making us wet enough before simply fucking us is important if you want her to enjoy herself."

Alastair stripped down fully, admiring her body with his eyes, desperate to touch her but uncertain as to where to start. His c^ck was standing proud, bucking against his stomach and already leaking from excitement. When she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his erection, he hissed with arousal and sensitivity. “They’re so warm and full,” Alastair complimented her, massaging them with surprising skill. He may be a virgin, but he’d had flings where he’d felt up his partners. He’d also gotten his c^ck sucked a fair number of times, causing him to favor it during foreplay.

Instinctively, Alastair put his mouth to one of Selaena’s nipple, suckling and nibbling at it gently, using his hand to massage and twist her other nipple. “Am I doing well? And…what is your name?” He asked, blushing.

"that hasn't really been my experience. you'd be surprised by how convincing my dick can be." he teased, chaffing against the idea of taking responsibility for what was inherently his fault. he sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he walks towards her, hands gripping her waist and squeezing gently. "look baby, i'd much rather be spending my night with you like we'd planned. but when work calls with a situation, it's that life and death shit that i gotta deal with."

“ you know, you can’t fuck your way out of situations like this. out of me being mad. ” word was delivered on bitter wave, one that crashed against her tongue and flooded her mouth with the accosting taste of the resentment she was bottling. ‘mad’ was an understatement, an almost comical one given her current state of mind. “ my one fucking free night in ages and you promised me we would go out… spend time together. but i guess i’m the dumb one for thinking you’d make good on that, huh. ”

while jobs like these were above her pay grade these days, there was something about doing them with bishop that left her pulse racing. the intrigue of pretending to be different people for the night while still always together, his arm around her waist and her hand on his chest to let everyone know they were each other's. she nods, eyes glinting as they move towards the high rollers table and she allows her mask of shallow trophy wife to settle in as they approach their target. a smirk takes her lips, turning her lips towards his ear. "gladly. if he goes for it after midnight though, you have to buy me a sybian." she settles a hand atop his shoulder as he places his bets, mouth curving at the familiar number. their hotel room and then the date of their anniversary years later, cementing the number as theirs. dark eyes settle across the table on viktor. she allows her smile to grow somewhat sly as she gazes at him, noticing the fact that the creeps eyes settled on every curve except her eyes. but that had been the plan, always was. let him assume that her husband was the only one of the two that was dangerous. she grins when bishop wins, bending down to press a kiss to her husband's cheek. "well done, mi amor. i told you i was your lucky charm." she says loud enough for the table to hear, noticing their target's eyes settling on her husband.

ten  years  of  this  dance ,   stolen  kisses  in  safe  houses,  her  heel  digging  into  his  calf  during  interrogations  —  and  still  she  could  make  his  pulse  stutter  like  a  faulty  detonator.   across  the  room,  viktor  shoved  away  from  the  table,  his  security  detail  a  trio  of  gorillas  in  ill-fitting  suits.  bishop’s  grip  tightened  imperceptibly  on  isabelle’s  waist.  “time  to  cash  in,”  he  murmured,  nodding  toward  the  high-limit  roulette  pit  where  cigarette  smoke  coiled  like  ghosts  above  emerald  felt.   “shall  we  wager?  if  he  takes  the  bait  before  midnight…  you  owe  me  that  thing  with  the  handcuffs.” sharp smirk, and a squeeze of her hip.  he slid into a vacant seat, stacking chips with deliberate slowness.  “no  more  bets.”  he  stacked  his  chips  with  the  precision  of  a  man  who’d  counted  cards  in  back-alley  parlors  since  he  could  shave.  black  29.  the  number  hummed  in  his  veins  —  same  as  the  hotel  room  where  they’d  first  fucked  during  a  storm  in  miami ,  rain  slashing  the  windows  as  she’d  dug  her  nails  into  the  scar  on  his  shoulder.  superstitious?  maybe.  but  survival  in  their  line  of  work  required  rituals  sharper  than  prayer. the  roulette  wheel  spun,  ivory  ball  clattering.  bishop  didn’t  watch  it.  he  watched  isabelle’s  throat  flutter  as  she  laughed  —  a  sound  like  breaking  crystal  —  and  the  way  viktor’s  piggish  eyes  tracked  the  sway  of  her  hips.  let  the  bastard  look.  let  him  salivate.  the  ball  clattered  to  a  stop.  “black  29.”  the  croupier  announced,  voice  flat  as  a  coroner’s.  a  ripple  went  through  the  crowd  —  tourists  clutching  pearls,  high  rollers  eyeing  bishop’s  growing  pile.  he  let  his  gaze  slide  to  viktor.  the  man  was  staring  now,  piggish  eyes  glinting  — that  always  undid  his  kind.  there  you  are.