“But I love my job.”
“Okay,” I say.
I have this need in me to leave everything behind and start a fresh life with her. Somewhere where our past can’t catch up with us. But that’s easier said than done when you’re wanted in almost every country in the world.
“Let’s get back to the office,” I say.
“Why?”
“We have criminals to catch, don’t we? And you love to work late, don’t you? I mean, I could book us a private jet that brings us to this beautiful island in the Mediterranean?—”
She eyes me.
“We could also grab dinner, eat at your place fuck all night,” I say, and grin.
“Dinner and sex,” she says. “Hello, who cares about a Mediterranean island when she can have five orgasms in a row?”
“You could have both,” I say with a grin, and she bumps with her fist in my arm.
“Mhhhhm,” I say, “I like when you hit me.”
“You do?” she asks.
“I love many things you don’t know of,” I say. “I might show you one day, the day you are ready to let go of control.”
“Nah, won’t happen,” she says.
“Is that a challenge?”
“A promise.”
I laugh.
“You know I always win, yes?”
“Not always.”
“Not?” I ask innocently and unfasten my seatbelt.
I lean over.
My hand wanders between her legs, up and into her pants. I slide my fingers over her clit and circle around it.
She gasps.
I grasp her pussy and press it in waves.
She gasps more.
She rolls her hips.
“I told you, you’re mine,” I say, and the moment I do, a shiver runs through her. I knew she was into it the moment we started bickering. She loves to be called names, loves to be challenged,to lose control, and to be forced to do things outside her comfort zone.
“Tell me,” I say, “Who has the control now?”
And with it, I grab and rub her pussy.
She moans out, and I know I have won.