Chapter 7 - Samantha

After the past few weeks, we finally stopped fucking long enough for me to get some work done. I've got mountains of paperwork to do and it seems like Simon isn't willing to help me at all unless helping me and fucking me are synonymous. Simon's been resting, finally and he looks hilarious tucked up into my tiny bed. The man's got stamina and I really don't know if I can keep up with him. I don't think I've ever come so many times in my life as I have in the past few weeks but if I want to keep my job, I need to focus on something other than Simon and his seven inch dick. 

Filing this paperwork has me so confused - that last mission was meant to be 'simple'. A clean run. In and out with minimal casualties. This is a nightmare. In all of the lust and Simon's attention I have been distracted.

I walk towards Simon who is now resting on my small sofa watching some, as he calls it 'trash TV'. For someone who called my shows stupid he sure is interested.

I stand, blocking his view and he lifts an eyebrow at me, "What's on your mind baby?" 

"Mitchells has a broken arm as well as a fractured ankle and a reputed ear drum. Samuels has temporarily lost vision and I picked bits of shrapnel from his back for over 2 hours. We had to air lift Louise from base back to London for evaluation because her injuries were so severe and I'm not just talking about physically. The girls were so injured too. What happened on the mission Si? It was meant to be in, out...this is a disaster" I gently stroke his face and he looks away from me. 

"I can't tell you Sam, you know that, you don't have the clearance to know that kind of information" Simon pulls me by the backs of the legs toward him. 

"Sit down baby," Simon shifts, allowing me to straddle him on the sofa. 

I rest my arms over his shoulders and can't help but roll my eyes. Simon reaches up, taking hold of the hair at the base of my head, gently tugging my head back before nipping at my neck. 

"You can't distract me again Si, I know you can't tell me everything but you can tell me something. I'm the one stitching you all up!" I shift myself on his lap, dropping to my knees in front of him. 

"Let's play a game, I make you come in under," I turn to the clock behind me, "five minutes and you tell me what I want to know, deal?" I begin to try my hair into a ponytail keeping eye contact with Simon who's eyes almost fall out of his head. 

"Baby, I don't want to doubt your skills but..." Simon trails off as I start to pull down his track pants. His dick begins to harden as I pull it free from his boxers. Simon lets his head fall back against the back of the sofa as a soft moan falls from his lips. I could listen to him moan like that forever.