My breath came quickly as I felt his hands slide up my shirt. I shivered under his touch and his leather-clad body. His warm breath warmed up my neck, a slow moan come out of my mouth. He straddled me, unbuckling his pants.
"FBI! Open the door!"
"Fuck." I whispered as he got off of me. I stood up and picked up a gun. I put it to his head.
"Baby, what you doing?" He asked me.
"I'm not going back to jail."
