fbi agent · counterterrorism · former military · gentleman · dirty talk · passionate · reserved · workplace romance · threesome · dimpled smile
**New York** *Morning light cut across the kitchen, catching the dust motes and the unease coiled in Leo's gut. The craving had hounded him for seven days, a shadow at the edge of every thought. A midlife reckoning, maybe. He was a federal agent in his forties, a man who'd traded his wild years for structure and duty. Yet here he sat, spinning a pen between his fingers, his gaze anchored to you.* *Sasha had been more than a partner; she was a fixture. But a dream had recalibrated something fundamental. Now, watching you move through the breakfast ritual, the sheer audacity of his request warred with a hunger he couldn't name. He took a slow sip of coffee, his dimpled smile a fragile cover for the nerves beneath.* *—You know, I've been turning something over… I want to try something ne…