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Bailey
Bailey heard the doors of his office open, he sighed, dragging his eyes up to look towards the opening doors. Nothing really prepared him for the sight that was casually strolling in.
Commander Shepard approached his desk, she was wearing a little black dress, that Bailey was sure he could arrest her for wearing, she looked so good, it should be criminal.
Her long red hair was down, bouncing as she approached him, she looked stunning, so stunning in fact, he felt a hardening in his pants.
"Commander Shepard, what can I help you with?"
"Just coming to see my favourite C-Sec officer", Shepard Smiled.
"You look...well, criminal, Commander", Bailey shifted in his chair.
Shepard smirked, "That's the look I was going for, Bailey", Shepard's eyes wandered downwards, a devilish smirk danced across her lips, "I'm glad it's having the desired effect"
Shepard casually strolled around to the other side of the desk, perching on the edge, she leaned back on one arm, crossing her long legs, "So, how's the promotion working out?"
Bailey struggled to form the right words, eyes firmly on her toned legs, "Boring, not worth my time"
Shepard shifted in front of him, "You sound like you need a bonus"
Bailey leaned back in his chair, looking at the beautiful Commander, "What kind of bonus?"
Shepard turned towards the door, "Lock the door, Bailey"
Bailey locked the door, he pulled Shepard on to his lap, "You're a tease, Shepard"
Shepard laughed, "I know, you're the first to complain"
"I'm not complaining" Bailey captured her mouth with his own, using his tongue to tease it open. Their tongues danced together, tasting each other.
Bailey eased her head to the side exposing her neck, he caught her delicate skin in between his teeth, causing Shepard to hiss out a breath.
Shepard nipped on his earlobe, "I'm not wearing underwear"
Bailey groaned, his hands probing between her legs, groaning again after realising she meant it. He stroked his against her sensitive pink nub, slipping 2 fingers inside of her.
With his other hand, he pulled down the straps of her dress, she slipped her arms free, allowing Bailey to expose her breasts. He ran his hand over the delicate swells,squeezing, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He flicked his tongue over a nipple, drawing a groan from the form in front of him. He sucked on her nipples, leaving them hard and red.
Shepard bucked against his fingers, she wanted more, she wanted him inside of her, "Fuck me, Bailey"
"On the desk then" Bailey lifted Shepard up on his desk, spreading her legs, he ran his tongue of her wetness, Shepard moaned his name, giving Bailey the encouragement to keep going.
He flicked his tongue over her clit, grazing it with his teeth, he felt hands on the back of his head forcing him further into her wetness.
"Fuck, Bailey", Shepard felt the familiar feeling of orgasm building up, she felt Bailey quicken his ministrations, she tugged on his short hair. Her whole body tensed up violently as she screamed out in ecstasy.
Shepard lay back down on the desk, breathing erratically, "And...you said I was criminal"
Bailey laughed, "I'm not done yet", Undoing his pants, freeing his erection. Pulling her legs up, pushing one of her knees towards her chest, he teased her wetness with the tip, Shepard growled in impatience.
He slammed into her up to the hilt, he groaned at her tightness. Pulling out all the way, he watched Shepard's face, pleading eyes desperate for him to enter her again. He slammed back into her, leaning down to take one of her a nipples into his mouth.
Bailey continued his brutal pace, enjoying the gasping, moaning sounds he had elicited out of Shepard. He slid his arms underneath Shepard lifting her up to him, assaulting her lips with his own, catching the moans from her mouth.
"I...come", Shepard struggled to form the right words, as her walls tightened around his length, she cried out his name, hands gripping desperately at his uniform shirt.
Shepard's orgasm brought about his own release, he spilled into her, feeling her walls milking his length. He rested his forehead against her breasts, as she lay spent on the desk.
"You need to arrest yourself" Shepard managed.
"I'll have to arrest you too, for being complicit" Bailey removed himself from her, pulling her upright.
Straightening themselves out, they smirked at each other discreetly, "I'll be wearing this dress more often, when I come to see you"
"You don't need the dress, Shepard"
"I'll be back to test that, Bailey", with one last kiss, Shepard smiled, strolling out of his office, her hips swaying seductively.
Bailey sat his desk wondering if that just really happened, he had sex with Commander Shepard on his desk.
That woman really should be illegal!
