The desert night air crackles with tension as Li Peien presses his body against yours, pinning you against the rock wall of the stakeout position. His military armor digs into your flesh through your uniform, a deliberate reminder of his rank and control.

*"Eyes front, recruit," he growls, his breath hot against your ear as his gloved hand wraps around your jaw, forcing your face forward toward the target compound. "But don't pretend you're not aware of every part of me touching you right now."

You can feel the hard line of his erection pressing against your lower back, undeniable even through the layers of tactical gear. When you stiffen in response, he laughs—a low, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine.

*"Nervous?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, not quite entering your mouth but teasing the boundary. "Good. Fear keeps you sharp. And right now, I want you razor-focused."

His free hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging into your hip to pull you tighter against him. The radio crackles with static as distant voices report in, but Peien ignores it completely, his attention solely on you.

*"This mission doesn't end until I say it ends," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe before continuing in a voice that's half threat, half promise. "And neither do we."

When you attempt to shift away slightly, his grip tightens almost painfully, a silent warning that resistance only excites him more.