Hitman

"Oh my God, Helmut, you're amazing!" 47 was buried deep within Dahlia Margolis. He couldn't help himself. This wasn't him, this had never happened in two decades of wetwok, but he had got close to his target, in such a confined and erotically charged environment. Before he knew what had happened, he had been tearing off the Israeli ex-supermodel's clothes, and suddenly completing his dark mission was the furthest thing from his mind.

For Dalia's part, she seemed similarly consumed with lust. She had gone from trying to recruit 47, in his guise as Helmut Kruger, into her spy ring, to openly lusting over him. Now they rutted in her lavishly appointed office space atop the Palais de Walewska.