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Your fingers carefully danced over each file in the drawer before stopping to make a space and placing another file away. Then you walked briskly down the hall and hung a left to one of the copy rooms. The copy machine wouldn’t stop making weird noises every time you tried to print. You pushed around on some buttons for a moment, releasing an exhausted sigh. You felt like you were on the verge of messing it up even more, so you resorted to just staring at it, hoping maybe it would sense your pain and fix itself out of kindness.

It was way too late for this. You’d been at the police department for entirely too long. It was only an internship, but it felt like you were actually working at this point. Nonetheless, you enjoyed what you did. You hoped once college was over you could work somewhere similar. You’d miss one person, though, if they couldn’t hire you here. 

"It’s awfully dark out, you know. Do you need some help?" A male voice came suddenly from behind you. You spun around to face the man in question, then flashed him a smile. 

"Hey, Mr, Munday! Um.. I was actually just trying to get the printer to work. Again. I think it hates me."

You internally cringed. Everything you said to him always sounded so stupid. He was a little older than you, but oh-so handsome. Picking a reason as to why you liked him so badly was essentially impossible.

Without speaking, he removed his hands from his trench coat pockets and stepped around you. Scrutinizing the machine, he pressed each button carefully. "Whoever made the pages you’re trying to print accidentally made them for the bigger pages instead of the normal-sized ones," he explained. "You just have to push this button when that happens."

"Oh, thanks.. I didn’t know you were still here. Are you leaving?" You attempted to change the subject. 

He faced you again, then his gaze was cast down to the floor. "Actually, I was just stepping outside to smoke. I’ve got a, uh.. person I have to speak with before I go."

"I can step out there with you, if you want.." you suggested, suddenly feeling a lot less tired.

Those brown eyes focusing so intently on you made your heart flutter. His voice was deep, but everything he said was so smooth at the same time. It was nothing like the way you spoke to him. You probably sounded like a skittish high school girl. You couldn’t help it, though. His mannerisms, the way he carried himself, his intellect, his passion for his work, it all made him so attractive. You could hardly stand to hold his charming gaze.

"I wouldn’t mind. You smoke?" He asked.

"Uh, well, maybe like once before. I mean, I’ve tried it, but, you know." Your hands fidgeted, trying to find a spot to rest them that didn’t seem awkward. 

When you made eye contact, Hector seemed to be studying you. That scared you a little. No doubt he could read you like an open book. It was his job, and he was damn good at it. 

After a second, he gave you a subtle smile. Then he seemed to think for another moment before he spoke. "Donna had mentioned you wanted to experience more hands-on things around here." 

That caught you off guard. "Yeah, I told her I liked seeing the case preparation, but I wanted to see more of the criminal investigations division too.. It’s not a big deal, though. I know we’ll get there eventually. I mean, I knew I wasn’t going to roll in here after my classes during the day and start interrogating people. I’m still pretty young. Not that that wouldn’t be cool to do, of course."

You suddenly noticed how your cheeks burned. You just hoped it wasn’t visible. 

Hector took a step out of the adjacent door before muttering, "Wait right there." Then left.

You weren’t sure what he was doing, but you were curious enough to obey his order. Sometimes you had playful conversations, maybe even the occasional flirt, but it was mostly professional. You had to admit you were a bit giddy. 

When about five minutes had gone by, you heard footsteps coming your way. Hector’s body then emerged halfway around the door, and he beckoned you to follow him before disappearing once more. You hurried after him, completely forgetting about the work you’d meant to finish.

He led you all the way to a different part of the station, past conference rooms and offices, and finally to the interrogation rooms. There weren’t too many people left in the office part of the building, but you avoided looking at them. Once he reached one of the last doors in the hall, he spun and gave you a serious look.

"Alright, now. This isn’t something we really do, so I need your word, (Y/n), that this stays between us. Understood?" 

Your face was glowing with intrigue and slight concern. You knew he’d never do anything that might put you in danger, but you still proceeded with caution. "Is someone in there?" 

"Do you remember Manny Sherman?" He quizzed, almost in a whisper. 

Your eyebrows instantly shot up. "The Beast of Arkansas? Of course I do. Everyone does. Who could forget that piece of work? I still remember the day they brought him here."

He hesitated before pulling a set of keys from his coat, searching through each one meticulously. He seemed out of character given his usual calm composure. What made him so anxious all the sudden? 

"Would you like to sit in while I profile him for a bit?" 

Your mouth hung open, trying to process the situation. In a way, you were terrified, but at the same time, it would be kind of cool. 

"Is-.. Is that gonna be okay? Nobody’s gonna get in trouble, right?"

"That’s why I need your word," he replied, finally finding the correct key and placing it in the slot. "I’ve done this countless times. I’m just gonna talk with him for a minute and take some notes. You can sit and observe. I figured you might like to see the process. It’s only if you want to." 

You couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on your face. He was bending the rules for you? Perhaps he was trying to impress you. 

"Yes, sir. I’d enjoy that." 

At that, he turned the key with a satisfying click, using a good amount of force to move the door. 

"You don’t have to call me that. Hector is fine." He propped the door with his shoe and locked it from the inside. "Don’t say anything to him; he likes to try and push buttons. I’m doing all the speaking. It won’t last long."

You nodded.

You were about to be locked in a room with a maniac, and the only comforting factor was that Hector had a gun on his hip. You took a deep breath and moved to follow him through the door. 

It felt like the air dropped ten degrees when you stepped into the room. The walls were thick and cream colored, with no windows. The only furniture was a metal table that was fastened to the floor and three chairs. Sitting at the table was a scraggly-looking man, probably about in his forties. Manny Sherman. 

His right wrist was secured to the table’s surface as tight as his handcuffs would allow. In the other hand, he dangled a cigarette between two fingers, a steady stream of smoke emanating from its tip.

Sherman sat up from his slouched position as he heard the door latch. "Welcome back, Agent Munday. Was startin’ to think you stood me up."

His facial expression faltered when he noticed Hector wasn’t alone. First it was surprise, then it melted into a more smug look. You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his beady eyes running all over you as you strode to the other side of the table, trailing Hector. There were a pen and notepad on the table, far enough out of Sherman’s reach, along with a small tape recorder. Hector moved to press record on said tape before he pulled the chair out for you to sit down. 

It was almost surreal. You couldn’t believe Hector was letting you sit in with a serial killer, and as an intern nonetheless. 

A few minutes went by, and there were some basic questions and probing, but you stayed glued to the scene. It was so gripping. Every press writer in the area would give their right foot to speak with Manny Sherman right now. 

After a little more discussion, Sherman had finished his cigarette and requested another one. Hector pulled a pack out of his pocket, and you were quick to pull out a lighter for him. Once it was lit, Hector reached over and handed it to the killer, whom you noticed had once again directed his attention toward you. 

You shifted under his watchful eye, and a smirk began to tug on the corner of his lips. He let his eyes linger up and down your body, not even hiding how he took his time around your more feminine curves. You did what you could to ignore it. 

"So, you little devil. Is this why you haven’t been around the past several nights?" Sherman practically purred at Hector, motioning in your direction with his cigarette. "I don’t blame you."

You kept a straight face, but you could feel your body growing warm with embarrassment. Sherman’s voice had given you rather unpleasant goose bumps.

Hector cleared his throat and disregarded the man’s question. "So, as we-" 

"What about you, church mouse? You haven’t said a thing," Sherman interrupted. He was talking to you, obviously. It was an eerie feeling. You didn’t want to know what kind of thoughts were running through his mind.

Hector immediately interjected. "She’s just observing. She’s not here to talk."

Sherman took a drag. "She’s a little young for you, huh?" 

You almost scoffed. Was he judging somebody else’s moral compass? That was laughable. 

"Mr. Sherman, if it’s not too much trouble, let’s get back into our conversation." Hector seemed like he was growing the tiniest bit flustered by Manny, which was odd. You’d always heard how monotone Hector was known for being on these cases.

"Where do you come from, sweetheart?" Sherman hummed, dismissing the man beside you. Your skin crawled at the emphasis he put on certain words. He looked too comfortable. You wanted to snatch his cigarette right out of his mouth.

He detected the frustration in your eyes, and it only spurred him on. "How long have you been around? I never get to sit alone with the pretty girls."

"Sherman, don’t make me cut this short. You’ve been behaving well all week. Let’s focus," Hector more or less commanded. 

Sherman didn’t pay any heed to it, of course. "Oh, what’s wrong, Agent? You’d rather have her all to yourself? Well, these rooms are soundproof, you know." 

"Manny Sherman, you-" 

"Well, if you’re not going to do it, why don’t you step out of the room so I can show her how a real man does it, huh, Hector?"

"That’s it. We’re done for the evening." Hector rose from his chair, knuckles white from the grip he had on his pen.

Hector circled around and uncuffed him from the table. 

You finally spoke, albeit very sarcastically. "Nice meeting you." 

They looked up at you simultaneously while Sherman was being dragged out the door.

"Why, thank you, princess. Sorry I had to leave so soon. Take care of Agent Munday real nice for me, you hear?" He teased, shooting you a wink.

You couldn’t see Hector’s reaction, but it must’ve been humorous judging from the throaty laugh Sherman left the room with. 

You shuddered and sat back, taking it upon yourself to pause the tape recording. You felt a little embarrassed. Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea.

A short time went by, and Hector returned, showing signs of defeat. He sat down in the chair Sherman had previously occupied, pulling his pack of cigarettes back out, and lighting one for himself. He was normally too clever for his own good. What exactly was it about Manny Sherman that made him like this? Or was it you?

You watched him take a long, exaggerated puff off his cancer stick before you spoke. "I’m sorry if I messed that up."

He tapped his ashes into the tray without looking at you. "He was trying to get a rise out of me instead of cooperating. Wasn’t your fault. I told you he liked to push buttons. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make good practice for you."

You shook your head. "No, I knew it would be that way. You warned me. And I really appreciate you trying to help me. It was interesting."

Hector spared a glance at you, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth. You sent him a look of reassurance, to which he chuckled in reply. 

"What?"

He didn’t answer, but he maintained his amused expression. 

"What? Did I do something?" 

"No, Ma’am. Not a thing."

He still mustered enough to be lighthearted, but Hector was drained, mentally and physically. It was pretty evident. The top three buttons of his shirt were open, his tie was nearly undone and hanging haphazardly, his coat was all ruffled, and his hair needed combing. But yet you found yourself admiring his shoulders and chest—how broad they were and how they moved when he spoke. The small amount of stubble along his jaw, the way his lips wrapped around his cigarette. What Sherman said earlier replayed in your mind.

"Any practice is good, I suppose. Why don’t you let me question you and show you what I’ve learned?" You offered, searching his face for approval. 

Hector pondered it for a split second, then nodded. "Alright, sounds fair. Show me what you’ve got." 

You scooted closer in your chair, beaming at him, and hit the record button on his tape. "So, Mr. Munday, let’s talk about you. What’s the first memory you have in life?" 

His features seemed to dim. "Probably of my mother. Just.. I can remember her telling me certain things. That’s all. Not much, really."

You scribbled some nonsense down on your notepad and decided to shift the tone a little with your next question. "Interesting. What about your first sexual experience? What was that like?" 

"Uh," Hector snickered. "I think you may have skipped over some dialog."

"No, I didn’t. I’m the one asking questions, so be nice and answer." 

He felt a little taken aback by your mischievous demeanor, but was entertained even so. "My apologies. Let me think.."

You rolled your eyes. "Jeez, was it that long ago? You’re not that old."

It took everything you had not to giggle at his face. 

"Miss (Y/n), I’m not sure this commentary is very appropriate." 

"Says who? I’m in charge."

He leaned in further. "You’re right, I am old. So old, I can’t really recall that one."

"Well, that’s no good," you said, standing to move closer.

He caught himself ogling at your legs, which were now at eye level, and hurriedly stood to snap himself out of it. "Yes, well, (Y/n), we’re both spent, I’m sure. You did well." 

"Oh. Thank you.. That means a lot." Your heart sank a little. You really didn’t know what you were expecting to happen. It must’ve just been all the excitement of the evening.

You fixated on each other briefly. Your eyes were glued; the golden irises even more striking in this light. Hidden behind thick lashes, they were so beautiful. They had you entranced. 

He took note of the admiration on your face.

Your heart hammered in your chest at the close proximity. The ashy smell on his breath and clothes was intoxicating. Neither of you said anything, and neither of you moved to change it. There was tension building, and you watched carefully as his eyes darted between your lips and anything else he could find in the room. 

You didn’t know what possessed you. Before you knew it, your digits had wrapped themselves around his tie and were gently tugging him toward you. To your surprise, there was hardly any resistance from him. Your lips hovered over each other’s for what felt like an eternity, both probably questioning whether or not this was a good idea. Then he abruptly captured your lips with his, not waiting for you to change your mind. Your eyes slid closed on instinct, electricity erupting from your stomach. Your whole body was on vibrate.

It felt like you were moving on autopilot. Your hands quivered ever so slightly with nerves as they wandered from his tie, up his chest, and undid the rest of his shirt buttons. The kiss quickly went from delicate to passionate as he pinned you back against the table, forcing you to grab his shoulders for leverage. Your lips gradually began to move against his.

Soon, you started to feel heat pooling in your lower abdomen. Everything was happening so quickly that it made your head spin. The more you kissed, the more you realized how badly you really wanted it. Hector’s thigh pressed lightly against your crotch as he moved, making you gasp. You never expected Special FBI Agent Hector Munday to be so okay with this at his place of work, but apparently there was a lot you didn’t know about him. It made you excited.

"Hector.. Can I touch you?" You came off mildly timid, nervous for his reaction. 

Your voice was so sweet, he couldn’t have said no if he wanted to. But he’d be a filthy liar if he said he didn’t want to feel your touch. 

Hector nodded once, making you light up. 

It was a rather bold moment for you. You reached to put his cigarette out, then urged him back down in the chair. You lowered to your knees and began undoing his belt buckle. He helped you with his police duty belt. Then your hands eagerly searched beneath his waistband until you unveiled his hardening cock. It was so thick and delicious-looking that you had to run your tongue over the top. You watched his reaction as you slid down the length of his shaft and gently suckled both nuts in your mouth. Hector’s eyes squeezed shut, and he gently grasped the back of your hair. You’d bob your head on it for a second to get it lubricated before kissing the top. 

His breathing began to grow heavy. He was quite the sight, and you adored seeing him like this.

"You like that? You’re so big.." 

"…Ye-Yes," he choked, his face looking flushed. 

Your hand stroked the bottom of his cock as you popped the tip in your mouth again, tasting precum now leaking out. It throbbed in your hand. You started sucking him off slowly and deliberately, in steady rhythm with your hand. Then you began using more of your mouth to get him as far back as you could. Grunts and moans rewarded your ears as you worshipped every inch. You worked more quickly then, allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat over and over. It stretched your jaw in the best way.

You could tell he was becoming more stiff, and his groans were now more drawn out. He was getting close. However, you had other plans in mind. That’s when you swiftly pulled him from your mouth, just as he was on the verge of cumming.

It took him a moment to gather his bearings before he looked at you.

"Is something wrong?" You feigned innocence, peering up at him with doe eyes as you continued to lick his slit. 

There was a pause, then without warning, Hector scooped you from the floor and plopped you down on the cold table. His strength was impressive, you had to admit. 

He shed his coat and tie. While you were preoccupied in the moment, he had taken his handcuffs and then hastily fixed your wrists behind your back when he pulled you in for a kiss.

You gaped at him when you realized what he had done, then snorted. "Um, am I in trouble, Mr. Agent?"

He simply just grabbed your chin, leaning close to your ear. "Your turn."

A pleasant shiver ran down your spine, and you bit your lip in anticipation. He managed to shimmy your bottoms downward. Once you were bare from the hips down, he lowered himself, letting his breath fan over your exposed sex. God, it made you so needy.

"Hector.." you pleaded, trying to keep your hips from bucking forward. 

He ran his fingers around your outer folds, intentionally avoiding the sensitive spots. "What do you say?" 

It felt a little humiliating, but so pleasurable at the same time. "Please, Hector."

"Please what?"

"Please, I want you to.." Your voice trailed off as his lips brushed against you.

"To what?" He mumbled.

"Please, please, fuck me with your tongue. I don’t even care if we get caught at this point. Please, I want you so bad," you finally begged, the rest of your shame completely out the window. 

You felt his mouth curve up against your skin, before dipping his tongue deep between your lips. Your breath hitched at the initial feeling, your hands curling into fists behind you. He pushed your thighs further apart for better access, licking all the way down as far as he could and back up again. A jumble of his name and various whines fell from your mouth. Your head tipped backward as his tongue pressed into your dripping cunt. Once you were coated in saliva, he began lapping very slowly at your aching clit. You could feel every bit of texture on his tongue, and it drew some low, whorish moans out of you. It was driving you crazy; you just wanted to ride his face. 

"Oh, fuck.. Hector, please. That feels so fucking good." 

He let your thighs tense around his head. You were getting off so badly at the thought of this older man, a well-respected agent with authority over you, was on his knees, making such utterly lewd noises come out of you as he circled your clit with his tongue. It was indecent, it was scandalous, it was improper, and you couldn’t have cared less. 

You wiggled as close to the edge of the table as you could, wishing you could grab his head and push it against you. He could sense you getting anxious. He hummed and sucked at your clit hard before starting to lick you more quickly. You leaned back on your hands and cried out, throwing several curses around as he brought you closer to an orgasm. You couldn’t have cared about anything else in the world besides chasing your high in that moment. 

Your legs shook as he put them over his shoulders, devouring you from a different angle now. You were a mess for him. 

"Hector.. fuck, you’re gonna make me cum." 

Just as you were about to tip over the edge, he leaned away from your womanhood. You whined his name loudly, shivering at the air now touching your drenched labia. 

"No fun, is it?" He cooed, trailing kisses around your thighs.

You groaned and tugged on your restraints, feeling completely underwhelmed as your climax began to dissipate. It almost made you regret teasing him with his release.

As quick as he was on his feet, he pecked your lips and undid the buttons on your shirt. You could taste traces of yourself in his mouth. After your bra was exposed, he guided you to lay back on the table and began sucking on the skin of your cleavage. You sighed in contentment as he made his way over your collarbone and up your neck. Lying on your cuffed hands was somewhat uncomfortable, but you had a feeling he wanted it that way. 

Once he finished his work, he moved up to lick the shell of your ear, certainly leaving a few bruises behind on your chest. One of Hector’s hands dipped down to palm your breast, with his other one massaging circles on your hip. Chills had formed all over at his tender advances. The feeling of him looming over you was enough to make your stomach do flips. It was gratifying, but you were miserable for something, anything to be inside you. 

"Hector?"

"Yes, doll?" He murmured against your jaw.

"Are you going to make me beg this whole time? You’re making me insane."

"So impatient," he tutted, lingering above your ear. "Maybe you should ask nicely instead of acting like such a slut." 

Your breath caught, and you stared in disbelief. But before you had time to react further, Hector had flipped you around so you were bent over the table, feet barely touching the floor. He wasted no time. Your jaw went slack as he forced the head of his cock against your pulsing entrance. A pathetic whine escaped you, trying to push back against him, needing him to fill your cunt. 

"I’m sorry, please. I’ll be good, I swear! Please, Mr. Munday."

Hector’s cock twitched. The way his more professional title sounded when you were pleading for him to fuck you did something for him.

"Wasn’t so hard, was it?" He rasped, hips jerking forward into yours. 

You let out a scream at the feeling of him suddenly invading the heat of your center. But you melted into cloud nine as the pain subsided, utterly drunk on the desire that bloomed in your stomach. He began rocking into you at a firm pace, his grip finding its way to your neck and your hip to balance himself. You whimpered. The metal of the table felt heavenly against your burning skin. Everything was so overwhelming. 

You could feel every curve and dip of his cock as it grazed against your cervix. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation. Obscenely loud moans bounced off the walls when he began fucking into you faster, causing your clit to slide against the surface beneath you. Your orgasm built quicker this time, giving you a prickly feeling all over your body. 

The way strained groans rumbled from Hector’s chest made your pussy clench around him. It felt like you were trying to milk the life out of him. He leaned downward, grasping your waist while he continued to fuck you. His heavy panting tickled your neck, and you could hear every little sound he let out. It desperately made you want to cum on his cock. 

He just felt so good against you. The material of his open shirt, and his stomach muscles pressed up to your back in ways that your fantasies could never do justice to. 

Your moans grew more frantic as that wonderful ecstasy grew in your stomach once more. "A-Ah, shit, I’m about to- Fuck!"

"Use your words, doll."

Your brain was fogged with lust. You just couldn’t find the right words to get out while you were teetering on that sweet release. His breathing was ragged, sounding shaky as he thrust, his fingers restricting your breathing while they coiled tight around your neck. Your sopping wet hole made the most succulent sounds as he pounded into you. You could feel it building; it was right fucking there, and it was so hypnotic.

Hector planted a kiss between your shoulder blades. Then, like a huge bomb dropping on your world, he slid completely out of you. You couldn’t believe it; you just couldn’t fucking believe it. You wanted to cry. The sensation instantly started to dwindle away, making you groan out in frustration. 

"Hector! Wh—" you started, but he cut it short. 

"I told you to use your words," he stated simply, satisfaction oozing from his words. You didn’t have to see his face to know he was smug. 

You wriggled with annoyance, rubbing your thighs together to grant you some kind of friction. "That’s not why you stopped, and you know it." 

He didn’t reply, but you could hear him shuffling around, and eventually you felt him undoing the bonds that were keeping you contained. 

"This must be some kind of torture." You turned to sit up on the table once the tension around your wrists had fallen away. 

Hector stifled a laugh as he relaxed in his chair again. "I think you’d be in for a big surprise if you were ever actually tortured." 

You massaged the imprints on your arms. "Hector.."

"Do you wanna cum?" He asked abruptly, sparing you the dignity of pleading with him more. 

"Yes." That was the most unnecessary question in existence, you thought. You were red-faced, sweaty, and squirming in a pool of your own juices. You couldn’t remember a time you looked so pitiful for something in your life. 

Hector slid his trousers down from his upper thighs to his ankles before meeting your eyes again. "The floor is all yours, doll." 

Oh, he was a bastard. Fine, he’d see what a show you could put on. 

You eyed his cock, mouth watering. It was rock-solid and glistening with your arousal. You didn’t really need to be told twice. 

You guided your shaky legs to the ground. Once you got ahold of your footing, you took a step or two forward before settling yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around him. You stripped your shirt and bra away for him, nice and slow, watching him eyeball you intensely. You felt like jelly from how close you’d been mere moments ago. After giving him a few sensual kisses to stall, you pushed your weight up just enough to sit yourself nice and pretty on his length.

With your arms loose around his neck, you began to ride his dick, rocking your hips as you found your momentum. You ground down into his lap and moaned his name in the filthiest way, watching his expression as you tensed around him purposefully. 

Your lips locked with his, swallowing every groan and gasp he exhaled from your movements. He took the opportunity to slip a hand down and grind his fingertips against your clit, following your body as you bounced on his cock. 

You could feel a pulse throughout your body, struggling to steady your breathing as every thought in your mind went blank. He kept one hand on your ass as you slid up and down, his jaw clenching and unclenching with every squeeze of your cunt.

You kissed sloppily, like you couldn’t get your tongues far enough down the other person’s throat. It was raunchy and, honestly, just perfect. An especially rough jolt of his hand made you cry out his name, your legs twitching while you did your best to keep pace. 

"So wet," Hector breathed out, so low you almost didn’t catch it.

You couldn’t help the complacency that crept onto your face knowing you were in control now and getting him off so well.

Hector seeing you enjoy your own body so unapologetically while you fucked him was utter euphoria. But he had caught a glimpse of that triumphant smile you tried to hide and knew he’d take more pleasure in wiping it away.

His harsh grip startled you as he promptly grabbed your waist and began fucking himself up into you. It was fast and ruthless, to the point where it had you screaming out. Your spine arched from having him absolutely abuse your core all of a sudden, and not finding anything to grab onto. 

There were no notions of relent as he forced you to take every bit of him. His cock mercilessly pressed against that spot inside that left you breathless. You dug your nails into his shoulder blades, every thrust making you feel more and more dumb. The grunts he was making grew louder, and you could only muster cries of his name in return. Your mouth hung open as his pelvis bumped your clit repeatedly, clenching him tighter with each motion. 

You could no longer tell what slurred curses were falling from your mouth before several distinctly rough smacks into your walls had you seeing spots. 

All at once, your orgasm was within reach again. You didn’t bother warning him this time. It was the type of climax building that you were sure you’d feel the next day.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, my- Fuck! Hector-"

You seized up, releasing a soundless scream as your head tilted back. It washed over you like a tidal wave, hitting hard on your every nerve and finally forcing a cry from your throat. You felt it all the way to your toes and back up again. You weren’t sure you were even in the room anymore. It was absolutely worth the wait. Your legs trembled uncontrollably before giving out completely. Hector slacked off to let you roll your hips more gently as you rode out your orgasm. 

You pressed your lips to his hungrily, the feeling making your pussy involuntarily constrict. The stimulation was way too much, and he groaned in your mouth as his cum finally spurted into your messy cunt. Hector gripped your ass hard to keep you in place, rutting his hips as far up into you as humanly possible. You flinched at the squelching sound it made when he forced the hot liquid even deeper.

Your bodies nearly collapsed, both of you reeling as you attempted to catch your breath. You were still quite disoriented, but you managed to reach up and cup his face with your hand, rubbing his cheek. To your delight, he leaned into the touch.

Once your mind had made its way back down to earth, you realized that there was really no way to clean yourself up before going back outside. Hector seemed to read your mind. 

"Once you get dressed, I’ll get you out of here quick. No one will see you. I’m not promising your clothes won’t need a good wash, though," he half laughed. 

“So funny.”

After you were off his lap, you went around on wobbly legs to collect your articles of clothing. He handed you a couple of them, and you replied by calling him a gentleman, with maybe a hint of sarcasm. Gentlemen typically don’t screw their interns on the table at work, you assumed. But that was alright with you. 

As you were dressing, you saw him watching you from the corner of your eye while he lit another cigarette. When you were clothed, you ambled over and plucked the cigarette from his lips, taking a drag from it yourself. He observed a devilish glint in your eye when you pulled him into another kiss, passing the burning smoke between your lungs, before handing the cigarette back to him. 

"Sorry I kept you so long, (Y/n)."

"Hm. Maybe you could make it up by letting me use the handcuffs next time," you joked, your hands smoothing out his tie. 

"I’m not sure you’re supposed to have them."

"I’m not sure I was supposed to be blowing you in one of our interrogation rooms either." 

"Well, if you don’t like this room, I’ve got plenty at my apartment." 

Hector found it curious how you marveled up at him, taking in each detail as if it were the last time you’d be able. He definitely had plans to keep you around.