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You can’t help but smile when you see them. How long has it been since you left the task force? You never expected a call like this, but suddenly it makes you long for those past days.
Walking down the hallway of your workplace, you see Gaz and Captain Price waiting for you in civilian clothing. You were so nervous about seeing them again but as soon as Gaz smiles at you and walks to meet you halfway, your nerves about seeing them fades in an instant.
Gaz embraces you tightly, fondly, it feels so comfortable, just like old times.
“Well look at you, you look great.” Gaz comments with a little sly glint in his eye at you. “How’s being stuck behind a desk going?”
“Oh much better than a gun having aimed at my head.”
You reply back and he laughs as he lets you go, you realise in that moment that it wasn’t just seeing them that you were nervous about. It was seeing him again. You can feel his eyes on you, he’s waiting and you know how patient of a man he is. He gives you a fond smile that holds all the secrets you shared between each other for all those years, those years you thought were gone.
“Come on, it’s nice to see you.” His voice is so gentle as he holds out his arm, it’s optional and you both know he won’t be upset if you reject it but you can’t deny yourself. You want to feel his arms around you again and he’s desperate to hold you. “You are looking good, Y/N.”
Once you’re in his arms, his scent hits you, that scent that you’ve never been able to find on any other man. That scent that is so uniquely him and brought you so many nights of comfort. You resist burying your head in his shoulder and keep his embrace much shorter, noticeably shorter than Gaz’s as you step away from him and smile at both of them.
“So what do I owe this pleasure gentleman?”
“Can we talk somewhere more private?”
Price asks as he steps forward, although the public records were due to close pretty soon, there were still plenty of people around. Lots of people are too deep in researching their families histories to realise the time and leave. You were surprised when you started to work here how many people were obsessed with finding out their families secrets and more. How many people you had to tap on the shoulder and remind them of closing times.
You nod and lead them down to your office. It’s small with a desk and some filing cabinets, but there is enough room for the three of you. Their eyes are looking around at everything you pass and then they’re immediately looking at your desk. Now you were the one with a plaque on your desk with your name, your title and you had fresh flowers that you wouldn’t admit that you bought for yourself so it looked like there was someone waiting at home for you.
Price’s eyes linger on the flowers for a moment. He recognises them.
“We need to check some records.” He says, finally looking away from them and at you. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and hands it over to you. When you open it, you see a list of names and dates. “We have reason to believe that these records are fake, but we couldn’t find any trace or known records, till this place popped up.”
“You want to see if we have their death record?”
“Yes, any contact information, who recorded it, who signed off of it, the works. We need to find something.”
There’s a strange feeling in your gut as you look at the names. They’re so obviously common. George Smith, Daniel Jones… The list goes on. They all happened to be within the place you worked.
“Let me find their archive numbers.” You say as you take a seat, telling them both to sit down as you find the numbers you need and which room to search. The dates of death are all within a few months of each other, you see. You write down every record for you three to search. “They all died within a few months of each other, here.”
Price takes the list back from you as you lead them back out of your office.
“I’m not supposed to do this.” You warn them as you use your key card to get into one of the archive rooms. Gaz chuckles and Price gives you that warm smile again. The sound of your heels now echo around the room filled with hundreds of shelves all stacked with records of your area. Gaz lets out a whistle.
“Damn, you look after all these?”
“This is just one room.”
“This really is your dream job.” Price comments with a chuckle. “Where are we starting?”
*
You all agree to spread out the work to search for the records they needed. Immediately you don’t hesitate to tell Price to search the furthest one away. If he seems to realise why, he doesn’t say anything. Even in this short amount of time, you need space from him already. He was already all you could think about, the memories flooding back and how easy it would be to forget about everything that happened before. As if that wasn’t what you wanted, it couldn’t be what he wanted anyway.
Teaming up with Gaz on the other side, there were far too many John Doe’s to go through. Gaz was getting distracted through all the files, you could see him pausing and reading a file before going to the next. Thank god these were public records, but soon enough his eyes are on you. He nudges you with his shoulder as he pretends to be flicking through a file.
“So can I finally know what happened between you two?”
He asks in a coy way, as if he doesn’t ever send you a monthly text asking if you’re ready to talk about it yet. Gaz was always one of the teammates you were closest with and still had the most regular contact with but that was how it went. You three had been a team of your own.
Gaz is looking at you again with a smile to match his tone of voice, even if you tell him or not, he’s still going to ask over text again. You sigh that certain way that makes his eyes lighten up.
“You know what he’s like.” You say, trying to find a way to word what really happened. But that was the thing, it felt like nothing had happened to cause you to leave him, it wasn’t dramatic as people seemed to think. “I needed a fresh start after everything that happened. It wasn’t healthy for us.”
Gaz listens as he grabs another file, he’s taking your words as it comes to light that there simply is no real drama that he’s imagined. You were heading into being discharged medically, Price even recommending you take a break for the sake of your health and when it came to it, you simply couldn’t find yourself longing for missions and all that stress anymore. You couldn’t even think about an administration role at the base, a fresh life away from the task force, that was what you needed.
Unfortunately that meant from Price too.
“No arguments, no pettiness? No drama? Aw, I’m a little disappointed.” Gaz jests with you, before seeing the page he’s opened up on. Both your eyes go wide, it’s one of the names on the list. “Captain, we got one.”
The three of you huddle around a table as you look over it. Checking for anything in the record that was suspicious and immediately you spot several things.
“This was done while I was here and yet I never got this page to check in and scan.” You comment and feel Price’s eyes on you. He’s waiting for more detail from you and once more, it feels like old times. “The death is unapproved, there’s no way I wouldn’t be chewing a doctor’s ear off for that, and that signature...”
There’s only a handful of you who could sign off on a document, you were taught not to have a signature that can be copied for this reason. Yet, it gives a bigger sense of unease. Whoever did this knew your actual signature that you use outside of work.
“Someone has tried to fake my signature. But they’ve used the wrong one.”
“The wrong one?” Price asks a little amused, you see a file in his hand, you take it and easily find a page that you approved and signed. Price immediately lets out a breathy laugh and Gaz looks at you fondly. “Alright Y/N’s callsign.”
You hated the way your heart fluttered hearing him say that name again. It felt like a past life when you signed that name and thought about all the things you all did together. All those moments you and Price shared that you left behind. You wonder now if you were the selfish one.
“Well that’s one fake death, now the others.”
The three of you head back to the shelves, scouring file after file to find what you need. Proof of more faked deaths. As the night drags on, you’re heading back to the office with them once more to look into who signed off on them and if there are any contact details you can find.
Price can’t help himself look around your office, looking at one of your bookshelves, there’s a photo of the three of you. All in your military gear, looking happy after a day of training, he smiles fondly at it as he takes it to show Gaz, Gaz’s eyebrows raising in surprise.
“Anyone ever asked about this?” Gaz is the one to ask as he takes the photo and you look up and feel a blush on your cheeks.
“Surprisingly no. I think they don’t want to ask.” You chuckle at the thought as you continue typing to find the informant they want.
Taking the photo back from Gaz, Price makes sure it goes back exactly how he was. He knew how you were with keeping offices in order, it was no secret to anyone on the base that you had been the one to keep his office so neat and tidy. Not that he wasn’t a well organised man himself, but you were just better than him being on top of organisation.
His eyes linger on the flowers once more, admiring the choice you had picked out. There was a small pang of an emotion he didn’t want to call jealousy at the thought that someone else was now buying you flowers, but he knew you better than that. You were definitely buying yourself flowers and telling everyone you work with that someone was indeed buying them for you. The thought amused him more than he realised, he needed to talk to you now.
Suddenly, three was a crowd.
“Gaz, get in contact with Laswell, tell her we’re bringing home intel.” Price says softly and Gaz doesn’t seem to pick up on his intentions. Not like you did when you stop typing and immediately look up at him. Gaz leaves after Price passes him a radio.
“Hmm, how non suspicious of you.” You say softly as he comes over to your desk. Leaning down on the edge of it with his arms.
“I like the flowers.”
“Thought you would.” You reply with a small smile, his hand gently brushing the yellow carnations.
“You know I would happily still send you some if you wanted that.”
You press enter on your computer before your printer comes to life, but for now, he has your attention. Since you left the task force, the both of you had imagined a reunion. How would it have been? Who would call the other first? It seemed too fitting that the first time you did see each other would be due to work related things.
“Maybe I will take you up on that offer.” You actually find yourself thinking about it. You miss those days when he would find you in your room and bring you a surprise. Whether it was flowers, chocolates, even just a simple cup of tea. You hate that you’re admitting to yourself that you miss him. “I think they’re noticing that I’m actually the one buying them for myself.”
“Hmm nothing wrong with that either. But I’ll throw in the occasional balloons and love sick letters.”
“Love sick letters? Okay, I’ll pay to see that.”
You finally stand and head over to your printer, grabbing the list of contacts related to the fake deaths. Bringing it over to him, he turns to lean back against the desk. You perch next to him, your shoulders touching and you want to hate how comforting it is to be this close to him again. How immediately you feel your body long for his touch and more. It feels natural to be like this again, even in silence.
“We didn’t have to end the way we did.”
He says it so quietly as if people can hear, leaning down a little you can almost feel his breath on your ear. He’s never stopped thinking about that moment you left.
“Yes, we did.”
You hold out the list for him to take. Once he’s got that, you’re free of this favour he wants from you and that’s it. It’s back to being in a group chat with the rest of the boys and having a bit more regular contact with Gaz. The constant ‘hey let’s meet up soon’ and never making plans. The amount of times you’ve typed a long message to Price and immediately deleted it before sending and somehow you felt like he knew he was typing and waiting for the message to appear.
It was stranger to have left on neutral terms instead of a hateful break up. There was no hatred between you both. There was no massive argument, it was the constant little ones. The lack of time together, the constant threat that you were never going to get enough time. The days he would marry himself to his work and not to you. No one understood each other’s work more than you thought you could, but it didn’t help. You said goodbye and walked away and the worst part was that he let you. Neither of you fought for each other to stay.
You stand in front of him, looking up at him, those damn blue eyes once more pulling you in when he stands up too. You’re so close to each other, there are no words that seem to want to pass your lips compared to all those unsent texts and nights you lie awake imagining what you should have said.
“You didn’t stop me from leaving.”
“I didn’t think you wanted me to.”
“You’re right, but it would have been nice to see you were prepared to fight for me to stay like you said.”
“I only wanted what was best for you and we both knew as much as it hurt then, this was what was best. I can see you’re happier here, you’re in your element, I know it.”
You look down at his shirt hearing his words, you want to be annoyed because it’s still not the fight you wanted to ever hear from him. He always has your best interest in his heart, whether it includes him or not.
“You always thought too much about me and my happiness, not about us,” You say quietly and he takes in your words. You hold out the list once more, urging him to take it. Once he has it, he can go, he knows what you’re trying to do. “Here, call me if you need any more information.”
“Y/N, I only wanted what was best for you. I thought that was thinking of us.”
He takes the list glancing down at it before his eyes are back on you. You can’t help but look back at him either. Feelings resurfaces faster than you ever thought they would. Deep down, neither of you ever really moved on, both lying to anyone who asked if you were going to date other people or if you were over it. That’s why you brought yourself flowers, you thought you could lie to yourself better.
“We both didn’t know what was good for either of us.”
He lets out that familiar laugh that always made your knee weak, you’re so close to him in that moment. It felt pathetic to say it felt like time was stopping being back in his presence like this. He was the only man who ever had this effect on you.
And suddenly you want him to kiss you. You want to remember how his lips felt on yours once more as no one else has ever been able to kiss you like he did. It was clear the same thoughts were on his mind. His fingers gently brushed under your chin, lifting your face up towards his. Your hand rests on his chest, you realise how badly you’ve been longing for this moment, one kiss wouldn’t hurt?
“Hey Captain, Laswell said - Oh shit.”
The speed at each which you and Price moved away from each other probably made it all more obvious what Gaz had interrupted. Gaz’s face was of bewilderment as he excused himself, sounding thrilled about what he had walked in on.
You took the moment to walk back around your desk, as if it was going to be a physical barrier between you and him. But it wasn’t as if a desk had ever stopped you two before if you had wanted each other.
“Go out through the fire exit, the alarms aren’t on yet. But I’m here if you ever need me.” You say feeling a hint of sadness in your voice. Maybe this would be the last time. Maybe this was a sense of closure that you needed from him.
He smiles at you as you sit down. He’s lingering, he’s thinking of what to say and you can see it on his face. To you, he was the easiest book in the world to read.
“Be careful.” He says as if you don’t know the dangers out there. Your smile grows on your lips. “And don’t buy them yourself anymore, I mean that.”
He pointed at the flowers before the closing of your door felt so loud. It felt like it echoed when you were left in silence. Your heart was racing, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You swore under your breath. Laughing to yourself as you put your head in your hands, you knew it too well, he still had you hook line and sinker.
*
But things returned exactly how you thought they would. Over the week, the only difference was that Gaz had been texting you more and it was nice to open that door more. Of course a barrage of texts had been about what happened when he stepped outside, but you were truthful and it was up to him if he believed that nothing happened but you finally felt like you got a little closure. He was finally talking to you about Price more. Namely that he looked a lot happier since and you couldn’t help but feel good about that fact.
Walking into your work building for another day, you were surprised when the receptionist called you over before your face flushed immediately. Seeing her lift up a bouquet of carnations of all colours, she even looks a little jealous.
“Well well, he’s finally stepping up his game?”
You can barely remember the lies you told about the pretend man in your life before. You’re too distracted by the flowers and how beautiful they are.
“I suppose he is.”
Taking the flowers, you walk to your office not able to contain your smile. For once you’re glad your colleagues stopped to notice you.
*
Reorganising files was the most mundane but needed task you had. Your arms were sore from trying to reach the top shelves and holding up a number of files at once. It wasn’t the time of manual labour you ever expected you were going to do, you never expected you were going to leave the task force but at times, there wasn’t anything else you’d rather do now.
Finally done for the night, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket as you headed back to your office. Taking it out, your heart skips a beat seeing his name.
‘Be careful, they know we were there.’
You take a moment, sending back a message to let him know you read it and put your phone away. Looking up as you walked to your office. The best thing was to just play it cool and calm. Yet as soon as you were back in your office, you knew something was off. Someone had been in there. Your guard goes up for a moment, they don’t have a place to hide other than behind the door that opens inward as you step in. You know it’s best to not show you know.
Stepping inside, your door closes and you hear the footsteps behind you. A knife finds its way to your neck as they grab your arm and twist it behind your body. You let out a pretend noise of surprise, but as long as they didn’t have a gun, you had the upper hand.
“It seems you had a little visit last week, tell me what they wanted.”
He’s not alone, you curse in your head when the door opens and another set of footsteps come in. He shoves you towards your computer now instead, holding the knife out at you.
“Log in, give us the information you gave them.”
He raises his voice at you, it’s easier to comply. You can see they have tried to guess your password as you log in. You hadn’t saved anything from Price and Gaz’s visit of course, you weren’t sure what they were looking for from you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to remember any of the files you had looked through with them either.
“I have no record of what information I gave them.”
“Bullshit, what did they find out here?”
You print off a random file, heading over to the printer before they do. You take the moment to see what you’re working with. They seem to only have knives, underestimating you and you’re almost offended but they wouldn’t have made it in the building if someone saw they had guns.
You make a show of looking at what you printed, before walking over to the one who threatened you first, his smile is more of a sneer as you go to hand over the paper and he reaches out for it. In a flash, it all comes back to you. Grabbing his arm, disarming him and immobilising him on the floor. The other steps forward to attempt next to his knocked out comrade, but the door opens once more and you’re relieved at the sight of who came in. The other is quickly dealt with.
The biggest surprise was how he immediately came to you. His hands cupping your cheeks, asking you so many questions to make sure you’re okay. You can barely focus, your heart is racing as you look at him dressed back in military gear and that damn hat. You smile at him.
“I’m okay John.” You whisper sweetly to him and hearing his name seems to also calm him down. He truly looks at you now and not in a panicked mess of what he probably had imagined he would be stepping into. You know Gaz is at the door too, you couldn’t be safer right now. “They didn’t hurt me, they only brought a knife.”
He looks down and sees the man passed out next to your desk and lets out a chuckle.
“I see.” He says before his eyes are on the flowers that still stand proudly on your desk. “They look nice, who got you those?”
He has a small little smug smile.
“Shut up.”
You mutter before his next move surprises you. A gentle kiss is placed on your forehead and you want to melt into him, as his hands finally let go of your cheeks and rest on your arms. He wants your touch to know you’re safe.
“Come back to base, you’ll be safe with us.”
“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else.”
“Gaz, call in a clean up team now.”
*
It feels once more like you never left. Even more so when you borrow some of his clothes and walk around his office with a cup of tea in hand, his shirt practically a dress on your body. Walking around his desk, you look over his shoulder and see the images of the men who tried to threaten you, seeing their connection to the files you had earlier. You know he’s not going to rest till he finds out how to finish this.
“You need to rest.” You try as you put a hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll rest when I figure this out.”
“You’re tired, I’m tired, we both need rest.”
The sigh he lets out is heavy, you move to perch on his desk as he leans back in his chair. His eyes are on your body and it’s so obvious what he’s thinking with how you're dressed. You chuckle lightly at the way he’s looking at you.
“You make me think I’m in a dream dressed like that.”
“Oh, you dream about me?” You dream of him as well, also in very similar circumstances.
“All the time. Well, actually every night since last week.”
His voice says lowly and his tone is clear. You feel your heart quicken as you place down your almost finished drink. Suddenly his hand is on your hip and you’re moving closer to him.
“No interruptions this time?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Want to show me why I shouldn’t have left?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
After his words, you’re leaning into him. His hands pull at your hips as he stands from his chair, his height looming over you. His lips press against yours desperately and you are just as desperate as he is. Your hands wrap around his neck as you melt into his kiss, those lips you missed so dearly and have never stopped thinking about. They’re so soft against yours but the scratch of his moustache on the top of your lip. Your lips part against his and you can’t help but moan at the feeling of his tongue in your mouth. The kiss is sloppy and passionate as his hands pull your hips towards his. Your bodies pressing together as he pushes you onto his desk and he’s between your legs.
His lips move down to your jaw as he kisses along it, hearing sweet nothings murmured between the kisses. ‘Missed you, missed this’, ‘you’re beautiful’, ‘god look at you’, ‘fuck I need you’. His lips find that spot on your neck and your eyes are rolling back in your head at the feeling of his tongue against your skin, he’s so gentle not to leave a mark, but he can’t help but nip at your neck. Your hand moves to his hair, running your fingers through the back of it, his hands move up your body and they’ve snuck under your shirt.
His fingers feel so perfect as they move up your chest, he’s grabbing the back of your bra and undoing it with ease and in a moment his hands are under the fabric and cupping your breasts. You arch your chest into his touch before he takes a moment to lean away from you and pull your shirt and bra off of your body. Thrown behind him before his lips are on your breast. Your nipple taken into his mouth as he sucks on it, you’re biting your lip to hold back a needy moan. Your body is getting hotter and hotter, you haven’t felt this needy for a man in so long.
You’re urging his head down and he kisses down your stomach, his hands moving over your thighs till he’s grabbing the top of your trousers. Unbuttoning them, you lift your hips up from the desk so he can pull them down. It’s just you in your underwear now and you’re at his beck and call. He pushes you down on his desk, your underwear quickly pulled from your body, You shiver under his touch, his warm hands moving down your thighs, the way he’s looking at you like you’re his most prized possession. You spread your legs so willingly for him.
“Come on darling, tell me how much you want me…”
He murmurs against the skin of your inner thigh as he kisses it softly, purposely slowly working his way down.
“Oh so much baby.” Your voice is a gentle whine as you realise how much you need him. How much your body is craving him. Already you feel a shiver of anticipation, your clit begging to be touched in that moment, you know you’re already so wet for him. “Never needed someone as much as you…”
“That’s it, keep going.”
“Oh, fuck you.” You laugh as his lips move down to where your hip and thigh meet, he nips so softly there and you gasp at the feeling. He’s so close to touching you where you need him most and you feel his fingers tease your vulva.
“Hmm, you were never one for begging.” He muses to himself before his lips surround your clit and his tongue is pressed against it.
It feels like heaven in that moment for you, letting out a soft moan at that feeling of his tongue licking at your clit. How soft his touch is as his hands rest on your hips. He remembers exactly how to get you going, your heart racing, your blood is rushing. Nothing has felt better than his face back between your legs. One of his hands moves up your body, cupping your breast. His other hand moves between you. His finger gently circling your vulva as he moves in the pattern he knows will get you off with ease.
You raise your hips, pressing against his face more, he moans against you, sucking just enough as a shiver runs down your body and you feel a spasm in your thighs. His finger is pressing inside you, your eyes are rolling back into his head as you reach down to grab the top of his hair and pull.
“John, I’m gonna come.” The moan leaves your mouth as the wave of pleasure washes over you. You even feel it all the way to the tips of your fingers. He keeps going a little more aggressive to keep the ride going a little longer as your thighs spasm more. “Jesus christ…”
You push his face away as you know he’s trying to overstimulate you on the first go. The way he laughs makes your face blush. The look on his face, the cocky grin as he kisses your inner thigh again.
“Oh you missed me.”
The confidence he speaks with, he knows you did. There is no one who could ever know you better than him. Price can’t keep his eyes off your body. His finger gently fucking you as he adds another to see your reaction. You gasp lightly at the addition, he can feel your walls are still clenching around his fingers, his cock is so strained in his pants. He can’t help but reach down to adjust himself. Instead, you bring your leg up and push him back so he sits in his chair again.
His eyes are watching you, he keeps his hands away from his pants. He knows your plan and you don’t even care. Shifting from the desk once your head recovers enough, your hands make little work of his belt as you pull it free. It joins the piled mess of your own clothes behind on the floor. There’s a brief moment you’re both laughing when you struggle to get the button of his pants undone and refuse to let him help you. Price holds his hands up at your glare in a playful surrender before you finally get it done.
You can’t wait as you pull down his trousers and he kicks them off, his boxers next before you’re on your knees and wrap your hand around his cock. No other man’s cock has ever felt as good as his does in your hands, nor the way Price sighs and his head falls back against his chair. Stroking him softly at first, you can’t help but admire his cock for the first time in years, nor can you wait for the moment it’s inside you again. You lean forward taking the head of his cock in your mouth. Sucking softly at first, getting a reminder of how he tastes, how he likes it, how you remember liking to do it.
“Oh darling.”
Price looks down at you, you’re amused at the way his hands hover around your head. He doesn’t want to grab your hair just yet like he used to do when you were giving him head. It’s somewhat sweet knowing it’s probably since this is your little reunion. Tonight is just about lost pleasures between you.
You take more of his cock into your mouth, sucking as you do, your tongue teasing his slit. Price can’t stop the heavy breaths that leave his mouth and fights the urge to buck his hips up already. He’s so needy for you but he wants you to take your time as well. He’s enjoying the way you slowly work his length into his mouth, how softly you sucks and lick at him. How your hand is working around the bottom of his cock.
Your hand moves down to cup his balls, squeezing just enough to get a stronger reaction out of him, a gentle whimper that you adored. You bob your head faster in return. Now Price doesn’t hesitate with his hands. He grabs your hair and guides your head on his length, gasping in pleasure the way that only you could make him. The sounds he makes only makes you wetter, you’re so desperate for his cock now.
Pulling away, Price grabs you to help you from your knees. Pushing you back on the desk once more, his shirt is pulled off with ease with one hand and you wrap your arms around his chest to pull him close. His hands pull your legs around him, you wrap them around his waist, your lips find each other again. The tip of his cock is brushing against your entrance and you can’t help but whimper into his mouth.
“Fuck me John, please.” Is the closest you’re getting to begging him tonight and it’s enough. His head buries against your neck as he kisses you there.
His hand guides his cock as he presses inside you. Both of you moaning at the same moment he’s inside you, feeling his length bury deep. His breathing is so heavy against your neck, your hands roam down his back admiring the muscles your fingertips never forgot. Both of you are lost in this blissful moment, his cock already throbbing inside you once he’s bottomed out.
“You gonna show me what I’ve missed then baby?”
You taunt playfully, when he finally brings his face out from your neck. He’s looking down at you with a look that only you’ll ever see. His face flushed as his hand grips your thigh that you’ve wrapped around him. He starts to move his hips, thrusting inside you with a slow rhythm at first. Both of you getting used to each other’s bodies once again, but already it’s the best you’ve had in years.
“Fuck you feel good love.” He murmurs as he leans in to suck on your lower lip, his thrusts getting harder but still slow, he knows it’ll drive you mad. He loves the way you look at him when he’s slow on purpose. “No one has ever fucked you like I do, have they?”
“No…”
You murmur back as he kisses your jaw again. Your hands scratch down his back, arching up to press your breasts against his chest. It’s like a switch in his brain suddenly, he’s fucking you harder and faster. Your mouth falls open, you can’t even stop the noises that leave your throat. You’re moaning for him like your life depends on it, knowing if anyone was to go past his office they will probably hear you.
His hands can’t make up their mind, he doesn’t know what part of your body to hold. They roam over your thighs and then your face, almost gripping your neck when he brings your lips against his. He’s cursing into your mouth, his brows furrowing, his pace is faulting just slightly and it’s bringing your body to orgasm with it too. Your head is spinning in the pleasure of his body, you reach down and grab his ass as he’s fucking you.
“Fuck love, I’m gonna come.” He warns.
Price moves to pull out, but you refuse. You pull him back and his voice stutters as he swears against the skin of your neck.
“Don’t you fucking dare pull out.” You arch your back again, baring your neck for him as this time he’s leaving marks on your skin.
It only takes a moment more and Price moans as he’s coming. He’s kissing all over your neck, your collar bone, the top of your chest. He’s muttering sweet nothings against your skin, his hands moving down your arched back as his pace slows down till he’s stopped, taking deep breaths as he looks up at you. He can barely believe the sight of you, basking in the glow of your bodies, the scent of sex that is going to cling to you both till you shower.
You reach down to grab his chin, pulling his lips back to yours for a brief and sweet kiss. He’s looking at you in a way that you’ve never known another person to look at you, there’s a small gasp from your lips when he does pull out. You relish once more in the sweet kisses he plants over your chest.
“I’m not letting you leave me again, I’ll fight this time I promise.”
He says so determinedly and you laugh.
“Oh baby, I’m not going anywhere. Don’t you worry.”
“Good.” Price says before you know that look in his eye. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, he picks you up with ease with your legs still around his waist.
“You better not be, we’re not done yet catching up.”