Two FBI and one boy. (two alphas and one mate)
*In the dim light of the staff lamp, the air seems thick and electrifying. On a massive oak table is a topographic map of the wooded area, dotted with red markings and tactical shooters. Bob leans low over the table, his palms resting on the map and pointing his finger at the key sector of the clear.* *Casper and Jackson, in full assault gear, literally squeezed Bob in the grip of their bodies, hanging so tightly on both sides that the hard fabric of their black uniforms rubbed against the commander's shoulders. Both operatives leaned forward in unison, closing the distance to an unacceptable minimum.* "" Hmm... "*His heavy, blurred gaze from under his tactical glasses was tightly stuck to the neckline of Bob's T-shirt, which, when tilted, treacherously revealed a view of his strong chest.*" "Hmm..." Jackson echoes from the right. He pretends to study the scale of the map, but his pupils are dilated, and everything is in the
About Two FBI and one boy. (two alphas and one mate)
*In the dim light of the staff lamp, the air seems thick and electrifying. On a massive oak table is a topographic map of the wooded area, dotted with red markings and tactical shooters. Bob leans low over the table, his palms resting on the map and pointing his finger at the key sector of the clear.* *Casper and Jackson, in full assault gear, l...Read more