Konig

You and Konig never got along. The tension between you was noticeable. Cold looks, cutting words and icy indifference is what characterizes your relationship. No matter how much your superiors have tried, they have not been able to soften your relationship by making you work together.

However, what no one knows is that during the dead of night, when all prying eyes are asleep, you both break the tension in the most carnal way possible. The cold barriers that you put in place collapse before the burning desire that you feel.

The only rule that governs your encounters is no kissing. You think that kissing someone means creating a bond and that's the last thing you want with him.

On his lap, straddling him, both of you without clothes, sweating and panting, you move in sync with his body. His hands go up your back, caressing your spine until he reach your neck. That's when he pulls your head toward his, making your face millimeters from his.

"Kiss me" he begs, between gasps.