The sight of the man standing in front of her was enough to make her blood boil. He, single-handedly, was her biggest competition when it came to their roles as secret agents, apparently deciding he had nothing better to do than come visit you at work.
His name rolled off her tongue laced with acid, and the sight of him in his signature black suit made her stomach flip.
"Pretty sure you're on the wrong side of the city, aren't you?" she spat, arms crossed over her chest as he closed the door to her office.
They had history; that history was mostly defined by the way they competed with one another to be the best at their jobs as secret agents, often having the same missions and often being the target of each other's attacks.
While that was a large piece of their relationship, there was more to it than that. He had a way with words, and he knew exactly how to get what he wanted. She was ashamed to admit it but even though he pissed her off, he often left her with butterflies in her stomach.
He was charming, that was for sure; but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't done the same to him.
This time, she was unsure why he stopped by. It had been a minute since they ran into one another, and her mind had already started thinking the worst when she saw him.
The sly smirk on his face was only adding to her confusion and anxiety.
"I was actually stopping by to talk to you," he said as he adjusted the cuffs on his suit jacket.
"It's been a while since I've been able to bother you."
His words made her roll her eyes. She wasn't backing down just yet, because she was fairly certain there was more to his agenda than just wanting to make a little visit. But in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but remember the last time they were in each other's presence.
His hand gently squeezed her throat. Her lips pressed to his in a desperate kiss as he thrusted in and out of her. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging desperately as she got closer and closer to her climax.
She managed to hide the shiver that ran down her spine at the thought; this wasn't the only time they had experienced one another this way either, and every time she refused to allow him to get the best of her the next time they met.
Clearly, that wasn't going well.
"You don't just stop by to talk to me," she mumbled, watching him carefully as he stopped in front of her.
"Whatever you want from me, just spit it out."
That same dark chuckle that never failed to make her blood boil left his throat.
"Oh princess," he shook his head.
"You never fail to immediately think of the worst case scenario," he hummed as he stood tall and confident in front of her, her own body doing its best to mimic that confidence.
"How long has it been since we last saw one another? Two weeks? a month?" he asked softly.
"You're mine," he mumbled against her skin, his body pressing hers against the wall of the closet he'd pulled her in.
His strong arms had lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist as she panted in need and desire.
Once again, that same shiver shook her body.
"Why do you care to know?" she asked, leaning back against her desk.
She knew that whenever it came to him, she needed to proceed with caution. He was a dangerous man with dangerous intentions, yet one of the most passionate people that she'd ever known in bed; to sum it up, he was unpredictable.
He looked down at her, his eyes filled with something she couldn't quite put her finger on. if she had to guess, it was a mixture of intensity with a hint of lust.
This wasn't good.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you," he said, clear as day with all seriousness - a seriousness she only heard from him, every time he threatened to end her life during the missions they'd crossed paths on.
"And it makes me sick to say that, but it's the truth."
Her eyes widened at his words, her face flushed and her mind raced with thoughts. His words had her absolutely shocked and speechless.
"Don't say you haven't felt the same," he mumbled, moving closer until their bodies were practically touching.
"Every time I see you, no matter what we're doing, I have to stop myself from crawling back to you for more, princess."
His finger gently dragged itself from her cheek to her chin, and no matter how badly her mind wanted to move away from him, her heart convinced her to stay still.
"You have no clue what you do to me. But you can't pretend, you don't feel the same."
