girl ii want to go to a kink/bdsm club so bad, that's my ideal date night. dex would be so flustered, trying to avert his gaze out of respect and also awkwardness. but your comfortability in this particular situation was what had him astounded. you were openly scanning the room, balancing professionalism and personal interest so well. dex knew you were good at your job, he also knew you loved making fun of boring stakeouts. like tonight.
people would approach him, asking if he wanted to join them. and you would have to step in and answer for him, much to his relief. and stalking around the place was obvious, you had to blend in. right?
dex suggested you sitting on his lap, casual enough for your strictly professional relationship, but enough to blend in to your surroundings. you would have to grab his hands and place them on your hips, or against your tits.
"dex, just touch me, it's okay?"
"a-are you sure?" he would whisper.
ii feel like the tension would gradually increase, dex would get used to having his hands on you. having to make out when other couples would look to approach you, just to get them to leave. your operation slowly forgotten, or branded useless by the both of you. dex would be swept up with the casual sexual nature of the building and take you both into one of the private rooms.
he would be drunk on pheromones, pulling at your dress, slicing your panties off you like an animal. doing what he must to get closer to you, to find himself buried within you. your walls clenching him as he stuffed you full of him. his apprehensions forgotten, all he knew was this feeling. you. he no longer felt the awkwardness he did when he walked in, it was dampened by arousal, by frustration of so much pent up tension between you.