Page 51 of Perfect Chemistry

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“Hello, handsome,” I cooed breathily into the phone.

“Jesus, Katie. You can’t answer the phone like that,” Ty grumbled, his voice sounded deep and husky. “You get me in a kind of way and it’s uncomfortable.”

I giggled. “I’m so sorry, Gunny. I thought you were my husband calling. I guess I got all excited.”

“Say it again,” his deep voice urged me.

“Say what?” I asked, playing stupid.

“Don’t make me beg, baby girl. Say it again,” he whined.

“What did you want to hear, Gunny? That I was sitting here all alone, waiting for my man to call me? That I was getting worked up thinking about talking with my husband who is deployed?”

“Fuck, baby girl. Let me see you. I need to see you, Katie. Turn on your camera,” his voice was a growl as he begged.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I crawled into our bed, and set my phone on his nightstand before turning on the video. “This what you wanted to see, hubby?” I asked as I stretched out on the bed.

“When are you getting here, wifey?” he asked, his eyes raking over my body. “I can’t stand sleeping alone. I need you,” he confessed as he loosened his belt.

“I’ll be there in five days,” I answered, shifting closer to the phone. “That your new hooch?” I asked, gesturing to the new quad container room he was in.

“This is OUR hooch, as soon as you get your sweet ass on this side of the pond,” he growled again, and gestured around him.

I couldn’t help but laugh. No one saw this side of Tyson except me. This man was serious and stoic with everyone, but a needy whipped mess with me. “You are so whipped, Tyson Johnson.” I tsked.

“Hell, yeah I am. Have you seen how smoking hot my wife is? I would crawl through regimental headquarters barking like a true devil dog if she told me to!” He swore, shaking his head in earnest.

I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. “I love you so much,” I confessed.

“I love you so much, it hurts,” Ty whispered back.

I bit my lip hearing him tell me he loved me. “Show me how much you miss me,” I whispered back.

Tyson smirked and then took off the t-shirt he was wearing. Jesus, he was getting so cut. I memorized every inch of the man’s body the night before he left with my tongue and lips. The ‘V’ cut in his abs showed how hard he had been working out since he got in country.

He did not miss my breath catching or the lustful look I was giving him through the camera. He chuckled, and it melted my panties. This was the deep laugh that was like a calling on my very soul, demanding I submitted and did what I was told.

“You got a little something on your chin,” he told me, implying that I was drooling over him.

“If I were there it would be your nuts, wiping it away instead of my hand,” I retorted.

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“Staff Sergeant Katie Johnson?”

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“GUNNY!!” my platoon commander yelled from his office.

“Gunny deployed,” one of the marines responded back.

“Gunnery Sergeant!” he hollered again.

“Sir! Gunny deployed last week!” another marine informed him.

“Gunnery Sergeant Johnson, get your ass in here!” he hollered.

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