prompt - sneaking


She'd kill him if she knew. He was sure of that.

Tony Almeida knew exactly how women took these kinds of things and he didn't think Michelle Dessler would be any different about it. What woman liked the fact that some guy did nothing but fantasize about her? Of course that didn't stop him from hoping she would like it. And it damn sure didn't stop him from doing it.

He snuck glances at her whenever he could. Long, lusty glances that if she were to ever notice there would be no doubt what he was thinking. She'd know how he imagined her undressing for him slowly. How he thought about her going down on him. How much he wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled. How often he thought he would die if he couldn't get inside her.

He was sneaking a glance at her now, working silently but diligently at her computer. He thought about bending her over that desk and sliding into her from behind. He whimpered slightly and pictured reaching up under her to caress her breasts, to pull her into him harder. He saw himself enter her over and over again, saw her wetness coating his cock. She was always so hot and wet for him.

"Tony?"

He jumped and glanced up, only to be met with Michelle's smirk.

"Are you ok? You look flushed."

Tony bit his lip and broke his eyes from hers looking down and trying to find something to answer with. He reached up and scratched his cheek.

"You know, I've found it's better to daydream when we aren't in an active protocol. Less chance of being caught." His eyes snapped up to hers just in time to catch her wink.

Maybe he wasn't the only one being sneaky.