Authors note: The boss here is portrayed as using Female Boss 2's voice from Saints Row IV. I always loved how she called him Matthew.
Trump Card
His alarm jarred him from his sleep and annoyed, he promptly hit the off button. Asha was not to be kept waiting and he'd have to move and dress fast. If anyone arrived someplace after her, they were late, and laid out with an epic tongue lashing. He tried to tell her many times MI6 doesn't exist anymore in attempt to loosen her up, but he figured her need for constant training and structure was either hard driven habit or survivor's guilt. She'd get over it eventually, he kept telling himself, even if Zinyak had fallen six months ago and she hadn't let up since getting freed from her simulation.
"Mmm, Matthew?" He felt a pair of arms snag him around his waist, stopping him from getting out of bed. "Where do you think you are you going?"
Her accented voice was full of sleep as she spoke, pressing her breasts to his back as she placed a kiss on his neck.
Great, just great!
"I have to help Asha train today." He answered nervously. "You know how she gets when I'm late."
"No." She replied ardently, tightening her grip on him.
…Shit…
Not only did he have morning wood from just waking up, but what she was doing to him now was making things even more impossible as she kissed down his neck to his shoulder blade, making sure to mark his alabaster skin as she went, sending shivers down his spine. She knew how to push his buttons in all the right ways and if he didn't stop whatever was going to happen from happening, shit was going to get real with Asha and fast.
He turned in her grip, eyeing her devious purple irises with the most serious look his icy blues could muster. "You know I just can't blow off Asha, I'd like to keep my self-worth for the rest of the day."
Her mouth turned into a pout as she moved her hands dangerously close to his boner. "You know Matthew; your eyes say one thing, but your body…"
He caught her wrists before she could finish that sentence, let alone touch him there. That would be game over.
"Can we do this later?" He pleaded with her. "When I don't have a trained assassin waiting for me? Because believe me, I want to, many times over, but I don't want certain death."
"No." She answered again, leaning into him, attempting to pull her wrists out of his grip. She could if she really wanted to, but if she played along, she could get what she wanted without truly getting the upper hand. "I want you now, Matthew. Or should I say…"
Damn it, she was going to do it. She was going to pull out the trump card. He could have covered her mouth if his hands weren't holding her wrists, but it was too late.
Her lips were dangerously close to his ear as she whispered low and breathlessly. "Nyte Blayde."
She pulled her lips away from his ear entirely, giving him a smug smirk before he smashed his lips onto hers in a fevered kiss. Yes, for once, Asha was going to have to wait.
The end
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