Kevin cums just as they are being interrupted

The moment shattered like cheap glass—Kevin’s hips jerking upward with a guttural groan as warmth flooded Emily’s core, his release triggering hers in a cruel mimicry of pleasure. Her sob caught in her throat just as the frosted door burst open, flooding the room with fluorescent light and the sharp bark of a superior’s voice: "Mitchell—report to—" The words died as the senior agent’s gaze landed on the scene—Emily’s tear-streaked face, Kevin’s raw wrists, the conductive gel glistening where their bodies were still joined.

Mitchell’s smirk faltered for the first time as his superior’s hand flew to his sidearm. "Jesus Christ," the older man breathed, taking in the Swiss Army knife abandoned on the table, the Taser still humming in Mitchell’s belt. Emily shuddered violently as Kevin’s softening cock slipped from her, their mixed fluids dripping onto the linoleum in damning evidence. The security camera’s red light blinked once more before flickering out—as if even it couldn’t bear to witness the aftermath.

The senior agent's grip on Mitchell's collar was the only sound in the room for three heartbeats—then came the metallic snick of handcuffs closing over latex gloves. Mitchell's smug mask cracked as he was shoved face-first against the cinderblock wall, his utility belt clattering to the floor beside Emily's discarded bra. The older agent didn't bother with a long apology, as he shoved Mitchell toward the door. “This fucker is not just going to lose his job, he’ll be behind bars for this. I’m taking him away immediately but I’ll radio to my colleague at the main desk if you want to press charges. If you have to catch a flight I’ll make sure to have someone reach out to you if you don’t have time to stop by the desk. Good luck, and I’m sorry, never seen anything like this.”

Emily's fingers shook too badly to button her blazer, so Kevin did it for her—his knuckles brushing the hollow of her throat where Mitchell's thumbprint lingered like a brand. Outside, the terminal buzzed obliviously as a cleaned-up Mitchell was marched past baggage claim in restraints. Emily stared at the departing flight board—Atlanta still blinking in green—and whispered, "We're still going."