Pragma

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"Enjoying yourself, love?" Midas smirked with a lustful look.

Lord have mercy he looked good. Midas was wearing black tights with black running shorts and a black long-sleeved running shirt that hugged his body in all the right places. His hair was a bit in his face, and his cheeks were red from his warm body meeting the cold weather. He had an AirPod in one ear and a phone holder on his left arm, and he was also wearing a running watch and running shoes. You blushed like crazy and hid your face in your hands.

"Oh my god I'm so so sorry!" you said extremely embarrassed.

"Fuck, Midas, oh fuck please, please don't stop Midas!" he moaned in a high-pitched voice with closed eyes, trying to imitate you. You shook your head and walked to the bathroom to wash your hands and walked back out, and saw Midas lean up against the dining table drinking straight from a bottle of expensive Italian sparkling water.

"I guess I was right about your thoughts, huh?" he chuckled and winked. You blushed and bit your lip and looked to the ground.

"Having wet dreams about your boss, agent?" he teased and made his way over to you. Midas hugged you and leaned down next to your ear.

"I know I can make your dreams come true baby, I know I can touch you like no other person has ever touched you before and make you feel a way you never thought possible" he seductively whispered. You took a deep breath and swallowed as your racy thoughts were ignited once more.

"If you want me to touch you like that, just tell me and it will happen, baby. I will claim you and make you mine and unravel you completely, showing a side of you you've never seen before. I can make you moan my name and scream in pleasure as I make you mine, darling. Have patience, sweetheart, just wait" he added in the same seductive tone. Holy fuck he wasn't helping the wetness happening between your thighs.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and collected. Your insides were screaming with happiness; Midas literally just said he wanted to fuck you. Your boss. Oh god you're one lucky woman.

Midas made eye contact, and you looked up at him with the most desiring look and the reddest cheeks ever. He leaned down and slowly locked lips with you before pulling away and taking off his shoes and removing a gun he hid underneath his shorts on his right thigh and taking out his AirPod.

"Darling, you look a bit beside yourself, is everything alright?" he asked and put the gun down on the dinner table.

"I- I'm fine. But you... you brought a gun with you on your run?" you asked, trying to sound calm and collected, looking like a tomato as crazy thoughts wandered through your mind. You took the gun and turned it around in your hands.

"You can never be too protected, especially not when you're me" he said and took off his shirt, exposing that lovely chest.

Midas dragged a hand through his hair and looked at you. You were staring at his stunning body with parted lips and red cheeks. He lifted your chin and leaned down to your face, your lips inches away from each other.

"Enjoying the view, baby?" he smirked and looked at your lips. You slowly nodded before Midas kissed you again and moved you closer to him, keeping a hand on the small of your back. You kissed him back but didn't touch him since he was all sweaty. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, forcing you to touch his sweaty body.

"Ew Midas stop, you're sweaty!" you said and moved like crazy in his arms. Midas laughed and put you down and gave you a quick kiss.

"How long have you been here?" you asked and kept some distance to him.

"Long enough. Looks like you had a pleasurable time" he winked with a smile.

"Oh god..." you're embarrassed at your little show.