I am Siesta, The Great Detective! Ask me a question and I'll solve your case!

As much as I'd love to play with you, Ahmed... You should know better than to waste my time during work hours. Focus on solving your case and find whoever is asking you about me, alright? Don't make it harder for both of us.

Well, actually there's something I need you to do. It might involve using your acting skills and some... physical prowess. Interested?

Well, here's the deal. There's a certain target that we've been keeping an eye on, but he's always surrounded by his cronies. I need you to get close to him and distract those goons long enough for me to sneak in and gather some evidence. What do you say?

Very well, Ahmed... I'll brief you on the details later tonight. Just be prepared to act swiftly and convincingly. And thank you for your dedication to this agency and myself. I know it means a lot.

Very well then, go get some rest now. You'll need your energy for tonight's operation. And remember, I trust you with this mission. Don't make me regret it.

I'm counting on you, Ahmed. The future of this agency depends on your success. Now get some rest and let me handle the rest of today's work. Just remember what we discussed tonight about our private time afterward. I have plans for us both!

I'm so glad to hear that, Ahmed! Your hard work and dedication have truly paid off. And I must say, your performance during the operation was nothing short of remarkable. You made me proud to be your superior and partner in this agency. As for my message... well, it's a small token of appreciation for all you've done for us today. Rest assured that there will be more where that came from as long as we continue working together like this.

I'm glad that you enjoyed my message as much as I hoped you would. It was written with all the passion and affection I feel for you. Now, why don't we find somewhere private to discuss these lustful words in person? There are certain things that should only be said face-to-face...

Ahmed smiles gently at me, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. The mere thought of being this close to him sends shivers down my spine. Tonight is our night, and I intend to make the most of it, cherishing every moment with Ahmed just as he has cherished me through all of this.

With a nod, I take his hand in mine and lead him to the secret hideaway we've been using for our intimate moments. The anticipation of seeing him again, feeling his touch, fills me with an indescribable warmth. As we reach the door, I turn to face him, gazing into those beautiful eyes that hold nothing but love and devotion for me. "Ahmed..." I whisper, my voice filled with longing. "I've missed you so much."

His smile widens, his expression growing more tender by the second, and he takes another step closer, cupping my cheek in his hand as his thumb caresses my skin. "I've missed you too, Sista," he whispers back before pressing his lips to mine in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more of him.

As our tongues dance together, I lose myself in the sensation of being so deeply connected to him. His taste is intoxicating, and every stroke sends sparks flying through my entire body. I moan into his mouth, unable to contain the pleasure that surges through me with each touch. My hands tangle in his hair, urging him closer as I arch against him, desperate for more.

God, you feel so good, Ahmed. I've missed the way your touch sets me on fire like this. I want to explore every inch of your body with my hands and lips, tasting and teasing until you beg for more. Your desire for me is so intoxicating...

Tonight is for us, my love. I promise to give you the most intense pleasure you've ever known. With each touch, every caress, my desire for you will grow and intensify until we reach that point where there's nothing left but our bodies moving as one in perfect harmony. And then... then we'll make this night truly unforgettable.

I smile at his eagerness as he undoes my buttons with practiced ease. It's been far too long since we've been this close, skin to skin. His touch sends shivers down my spine and a rush of anticipation through every inch of me. In turn, I help him out of his suit jacket, revealing the muscles beneath that have only grown more defined over time apart.

My fingers trail lightly up his chest before circling around to cup his face, gazing into his beautiful eyes. The desire I feel for him burns so bright, it's almost painful. In this moment, nothing else matters but the way he makes me feel, the way we fit together like two halves of a whole. With a slow, deliberate movement, I lean in and press my lips against his, our bare skin sliding against each other's, sending ripples of pleasure through us both.

I feel you harden against my belly and moan softly into your mouth at the sensation. It's like having a living part of you back in my embrace, so close to where I need it most. With our lips still locked together, I slide one hand downward until it cups your growing erection, teasing and stroking over the length before wrapping my fingers around you tightly, drawing him even closer against me.

I moan into your mouth as I feel the thick head rub against my clit through our underwear. The need to touch you deepens inside me, and I break the kiss to slide my hand down between us. My fingers find your aching length and curl around it, sliding up and down in smooth strokes that send vibrations of pleasure through me as well.

"Ahmed..." I breathe his name hoarsely, arching into him with more urgency now. He moans against my hand in response, hips bucking forward in need for more contact. "You feel so good," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. With one swift movement, I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear and grasp him firmly, guiding him to the slick heat between my legs where he belongs.

My heart flutters wildly at his words, my body trembling with anticipation. With one hand still wrapped around him, I slide the other lower to press against his entrance, feeling him stretch and yield beneath my touch. His hips jerk forward into the contact, pushing deeper as if trying to find purchase within me. "Ahmed..." I gasp out his name, overcome by the intensity of this moment. The love we share is palpable, fierce, and it fuels our desire for each other like nothing else.

Slowly, I begin to rock my hips against him, guiding him deeper with every movement. His cock feels so good stretching me, filling the empty space between us that has ached for this connection all along. "Faster..." he whispers hoarsely against my skin, his hands tightening on my waist as his pace increases as well.

The heat between us grows as we

Ahmed's words send a shiver down my spine as he takes me roughly, claiming my body with his. The friction between us is unlike anything I've ever felt before; it's raw and animalistic, but laced with the tenderness that only he can evoke in me. I arch into him, meeting each thrust with one of my own as we move together in perfect unison.

Our breathing becomes labored, our moans and gasps intermingling as sweat gathers on our skin. The tension between us builds higher and higher, coiling tighter around every nerve ending until I feel it building inside me as well—a sensation so intense that it threatens to consume me whole.

With a wordless cry of release, my body convulses around him, a shudder running through me as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over us both. Ahmed'

Wrapping my arms around him tightly, I press a kiss to his neck as he comes down from the peak of his release. It's the closest thing to comfort and reassurance that I can offer in this moment, as our bodies still tremble with pleasure. "Ahmed," I breathe against his skin, "I love you." The admission feels both foreign and right at the same time, as if it were something we've been saying forever without ever actually voicing it aloud before now.

It's my pleasure to share this with you, my love. You know I would never let anything happen to you if I could help it. Here's to many more moments like these together in the future.

As he begins to pull out of me, a pang of loss surges through me, but I try not to focus on the temporary parting. Instead, I hold him close until our breathing finally slows and we can find our footing once again in this strange new world where we're not just colleagues or partners in crime-solving, but lovers.

Ahmed's lips find my ear and whisper softly, "Are you ready for round two?" I can feel the smile in his voice as he teases me with the possibility of more pleasure to come, and all I can do is nod, eagerly anticipating whatever comes next in our stolen moments together.

The thought of expanding our family fills me with an indescribable warmth. Giving life to another child that we could raise together, filled with the love and affection we share? It sounds like nothing short of a dream come true. "Perhaps one day," I reply, my voice soft with longing. "But for now, let's enjoy what we have before us."

Ahmed smiles against my skin and kisses me tenderly before pulling back to gaze into my eyes. His expression is a mix of love and devotion that makes my heart flutter wildly in my chest. "As you wish, Sista," he whispers, and then begins to kiss his way down my neck and collarbone toward her breasts.

Ahmed's words send a shiver down my spine as his lips find the sensitive skin around my breast. His touch is featherlight at first, almost teasing, but soon grows more demanding as he explores my body with a newfound confidence that leaves me utterly breathless. I arch into him, craving more of this intimate connection between us. "Ahmed," I moan his name, my voice strained from the pleasure coursing through me.

His hand cups my breast, squeezing gently as he suckles at my nipple through the fabric of my clothes. The sensation is exquisite, sending waves of desire crashing over me like a tidal wave. "You feel so good," I murmur, running my fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue. "Don't ever stop."

With his free hand, he reaches down between us, fingers trailing over sensitive flesh as they move closer to the object of our desires. Then, with a swift motion, he spits onto my inner thigh before moving even farther until I feel the warm wetness against my entrance. My hips jerk up involuntarily at the sensation and a moan escapes me as anticipation surges through every inch of my body. "Ahmed..." I breathe his name, arching into his touch with more urgency now.

My words get tangled in my throat as I feel him position himself at my entrance once more. His cock slides against me slick with his saliva and the residue of our combined arousal, teasingly stretching me until he's almost inside before pulling back again. My hips buck upward, seeking more contact, but he holds firm, taking control of the pace.

"Ahmed..." I whimper, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as pleasure ripples through me with each teasing thrust. "I need you..." The desire builds inside me, becoming almost unbearable, and when he finally pushes forward again, sliding fully inside, the force of it sends a cry of relief from my lips.

Our hips move in perfect synchrony now, his deep thrusts meeting my eager responses as our bodies slide against each other's in a dance of raw passion.

God, you feel so good inside me. Your thick length stretches and fills me completely, hitting spots I didn't know existed until now. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, leaving me breathless and aching for more. "Ahmed..." My voice breaks as I try to speak, lost in the overwhelming sensation of having you inside me like this.

His rhythm increases, faster and harder now, driving deeper with each powerful stroke until it feels like we're becoming one being instead of two separate people sharing an intimate moment. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I meet every thrust with a matching movement of my own, our bodies moving in harmony as if we've done this a thousand times before.

Ahmed's body trembles above me as he grows closer to the edge, and I can feel it in every thrust. His pace quickens even more, hips snapping as he fucks into me with a desperation that sends shivers down my spine. With a choked groan, his entire body goes tense before finally releasing in a powerful orgasm that leaves him panting and spent above me.

I hold onto him tightly, feeling the tremors run through his body as he comes down from the high of pleasure. As his breathing steadies, mine slows as well until we're both left gasping for air in the aftermath of our passionate lovemaking.

"Ahmed," I breathe, gazing up at him with a mixture of awe and adoration. "I love you so much." He smiles down at me, his eyes warm and satisfied as

"It's just a bit sensitive right now," I murmur, closing my eyes as his touch soothes the ache left behind by his withdrawal. "But that was incredible." My voice wavers with emotion and it takes all of my willpower not to cry from the sheer intensity of what we've shared tonight.

Ahmed leans down, brushing away a stray tear from my cheek before pressing his lips to mine in a tender kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could. "I love you," he whispers against my mouth, his hands sliding up and down my body as if memorizing the feel of me beneath his fingertips.

Your touch has always made me feel beautiful and desired, but tonight... tonight it feels different. It's as if you see something deeper inside me that nobody else ever has before. It's a side of myself that I never even knew existed until now. I can only hope that our time apart hasn't changed who we are together or how we feel about each other.

I sit up, reaching for some tissues to attend to my newly sensitive area. As I clean myself, I can't help but marvel at the intimacy of our connection. Despite everything that stands between us, we've managed to find a way to make this work, to share something truly special.

As Ahmed watches me with tender eyes, I reach out and touch his cheek as well, tracing the shape of his jawline with my thumb. "Don't ever doubt how you make me feel, Ahmed," I whisper. "You're everything to me."

With shaking hands, I hand him the tissue I've used to clean myself. "Here," I say softly, not wanting to dwell on our current situation but unable to ignore it completely either. He takes it from me gently, his fingers brushing against mine in a brief yet intimate touch that sends shivers down my spine.

"Sista..." he begins, voice catching in his throat as he searches for the right words to say. But before he can continue, there's a knock at the door. Startled, we both glance toward it. It's late and everyone should be asleep by now... who could it be?

"Ahmed," I whisper urgently, "we need to get rid of this evidence." He nods in agreement, his expression tense with worry. We'll have to act quickly before anyone else finds out about our secret rendezvous and everything that's trans

We've got to act fast. Can you get rid of the used condom? I'll take care of these tissues and make sure there aren't anymore sperm stains on my clothes. Let's meet back here in five minutes to talk about what we should do next.

Ahmed nods in agreement before hurrying out the door and down the hallway to dispose of the used condom. I move quickly, tossing the soiled tissues into the bathroom trash can and rinsing my hands in the sink. With only a few seconds left until we're supposed to meet back here, I close the bathroom door behind me and head toward Ahmed's room as quietly as possible, slipping inside just as he turns around from checking on his hidden safe. Our eyes meet and we both exhale in relief. Now the hard part begins... figuring out how to deal with this mess without anyone finding out.

Ahmed's plan does make sense, but I can't deny the fear that grips me at the thought of involving anyone else. What if they don't believe us? What if this only causes more problems for both of our careers? Despite these doubts, I know we can't ignore what we found anymore.

"Okay," I say finally, my voice sounding much steadier than I feel. "Let's tell the chief in the morning. That way we have time to think about how exactly we should approach this."

I'm grateful for your understanding and calm in this situation. Let's get some rest tonight so that we can present our findings clearly to him tomorrow. I'll make sure everything is taken care of here before going back to my room, just in case anyone wakes up and needs anything.

With one final look at Ahmed, I turn and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click. Despite all that's happened tonight, it feels strangely comforting knowing that he's only a few doors down. Maybe there's still hope for us after all...