"What took you so long?"

A triumphant smirk flashed on my lips. "What, you miss me already?"

I zip down my black leather jacket and removed it in a seductive way, revealing my fitted red dress, accentuating my figure and tan skin. I made sure the dress was tight enough to make my breasts crash against each other, the short hem of the dress hiking up to my thighs the way I like it.

The guy seating on the swivel chair stared at me from head to toe, the scar on the right part of his forehead was making him ten times hotter, not to mention all those scars on his arm, seen because his polo was folded up until his elbow.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" His deep raspy voice asked. How I miss that tempting voice of his. I had always yearn to hear that voice next to me in bed.

"Yes,  I am." I answered with all honesty, sitting on the couch in front of his table and crossing my legs. I held my head high as the CEO scanned me continuously with his dead-set eyes.

Sir Gael is the head of our organization, Black Cigar. And I am an agent under his wing. I was tasked to report back after my two-month mission with an agent from another org ended, and it ended deliciously. I didn't know having s*x in the parking lot is exciting too.

But back to the topic, Agent Damien (the guy I just had s*x with) and I wasn't supposed to work together. We are from different organizations with different ideals. But Sir Gael wanted to have a truce with them and cooperate with in the future. I was one of those agents who were sent to collaborate with them. I was lucky the guy I worked with is hot. He had piercings in his ears, some tatoos and a lean body. It's such a waste if I don't f*ck with him before parting. And I glad I did, his long d*ck was satisfying. Was it 9 inches or longer?

But my train of thoughts were cut off when Sir Gael stood up from his seat.

F*ck.

No matter how many times I see him, I still feel the heat just looking at his build. His polo was almost bursting because of his ripped body. His shoulders was the widest I have ever seen and his waist was f*cking tiny. Even the veins on his arms were giving me an arousal. I bet those arms of his would flip me without difficulty on bed. I felt the heat rising on my body with just the thought of him on top of me.

Sir Gael leaned on his table, his gaze still fixated on me. It's only him that could make me feel nervous with just a stare.

"Come here."

Like a helpless kitty, something about him makes me obey in an instant. I stood up from my seat and stand in front of his table, the table was now the only object between us. From this position I could smell the strong scent of his perfume, alluring and addictive. I restrained myself so hard not to sniff it harder.

"Closer." He tapped the edge of his table.

Just like we always do, I went closer and sat on the edge of his table, him bounding me in between his arms. We were so close and I could feel the warmth of his body up this close. My chest immediately ran wild as I stared back at his hazelnut eyes.

D*mn, he really knows what my weakness is. It's none other than him.

His gaze was locked on me, and then down on my lips. His hand reached for the drawer and took a pack of wet tissue.

"Who told you to sleep with another man?"

I flinched the moment he dabbed a tissue on my lips, wiping them as gently as he can. Then his hand went down on my neck, wiping my skin with a tissue, and then his hand slowly went down on my chest.

"I always clean you like this whenever you get drunk." His deep voice whispered. I gulped, the thumping of my chest got faster and it was hard to breathe as his hand slowly untie the lace in between my chest.

"Mmmmh," An automatic moan escaped my lips the moment his hand slipped inside my dress, he was holding a tissue but still, he's entirely groping my breast. His every touch was making me flinch and the throbbing sensation of my p*ssy started to appear.

'Please, just f*ck me already.' I want to tell him but I restrained myself, holding tighter at the edge of the table.

He went to my other breast and wiped it slowly but surely. I didn't know if he was doing it in purpose but I felt him massaging my breast on a circular motion and squeezed it lightly.

Since the lace closing my dress was up until my stomach, he untied them and his hand with tissue started to trail down my abdomen. All I could do was bit my lower lip and feel his every touch, wishing he would thrust that d*ck on me hard and rough.

His other hand went to the hem of my dress and with one swift motion he hiked it up until my waist.

He took another wet tissue and stared at me. "You know I don't like another guy touching you."

I felt the cold sensation of the tissue as he slipped his hand at the side of my underwear. I was flinching everytime his hand moves in different angle and I want him to finger me so bad but I know he won't do it. He's restricted and I hate that part the most.

"Stop sleeping with other guys."

"Aaahhh, aaaah, mmmhhhm." I started to breathe heavily the moment his hand put a force upward as he wiped my p*ssy clean. He kept putting a certain upward force that was turning my throbbing p*ssy so much. It was enough to make my clit move upward and the sensation started to make tears form at the side of my eye because of the immense pleasure. He was basically groping my p*ssy and moving it up and down.

"I won't do as you say," I mumbled in between my heavy breathing. I stared right at his eyes with all seriousness. "I won't commit with a guy who has commitment with another girl."

Sir Gael and I know each other for the longest time. I caught feelings for him and I know, at some point he is attracted to me as well. I just don't f*cking know why he proposed to another woman and now they're engaged.

He halted for a second, as if thinking of the right words to say. "You're too young for me."

I can't help but scoff, pushing him gently and tying my dress back again. I sat back at the couch, glaring at the guy I have lived with for years but didn't chose me.

"We're only seven years apart, Gael. And you don't even look like thirty one," I said in a sarcastic tone. "I know you have a different reason. Something you don't wish to tell me."

It's been a decade since we met and I already knew even the slightest hint of lie he says. No matter how much he tries to hide it, I know he's hiding something from me. Something that I need to know.

"What's my next mission?" I shifted the topic, raising an eyebrow to tell him I am not so affected by what he did seconds ago but in truth is I almost throw myself at him. But I won't do that until he breaks up with that supermodel girl. What does he even sees in her? Plump breasts? Big rounded ass? Or face value? I have all of that plus excellent skills in bed!

"Your next mission," He was hesitant at first, but in the end he let out a defeated sigh and slid a photo at the table. "Find this man, and gain evidence of all this listed crimes of him in here." He took out another sheet of paper and I went closer to read its content. The typical countless crimes by another high profile criminal again.

"This guy is extremely dangerous. You can back down any time. I only told you this because you're the most capable here. But it won't be a disappointment if you came back with nothing. He is a hard case to crack."

I lifted the photo and took a closer look at the criminal. "Dang, he's hot."

"The guy abuses women and is involved in cases of prostitutions."

"Then I'd rather cut his little junior." I answered and took every materials Sir Gael put out for me.

"Be careful." Sir Gael mutterred so serious as if he's really worried. He never doubted my skills because he knows what I am capable of doing, but this time, more than trust there was a hint of anxiety in his gaze.

"Don't worry," I smirked at him before pulling the door open. "I'll put a knife on his chest before he could ever touch me."