Page 11 of The Soldier

I lived in New York for the second half of my childhood, and then the army moved me around a bunch of states and various parts of the world.

Now, I’m living in California. Something I never planned, but BHS is based here, and I can’t imagine working for anyone else.

Trina whirls on me and gets right up in my face. Well, my chest. She might have long, sexy legs but she still only just reaches my chin.

God, she smells divine. Whatever scent she’s wearing is floral and musky and not overdone. And I swear I can smell hints of her raspberry lip balm.

A powerful desire to pull her lean body up against mine and feel every curve almost overtakes my thread of control.

What would she do if I did?

How would she react if she felt my stiff cock against her figure-hugging gold dress?

She’s getting off on this love-hate thing we have going and I’m going to let her ride it until she almost comes just by looking at me.

That is, if I can stop myself from slamming my mouth down on hers right now and sliding my fingers inside her panties.

Twenty green ones say she’s wet.

I could be wrong, but her sexy, dilated blue globes glaring at me right now tell me I’m not.

“Listen here, soldier!” Trina pokes my chest, and I tilt my head curiously.

It’s interesting how she keeps referring to me in military terms.

I snap my hand around her finger suddenly and she jumps. Then instantly becomes annoyed.

Making me harder.

“Yes, darlin’? You have my full attention.” I lift and kiss the end of her finger.

I lied.

My attention is half on her and half on the surrounding area. Savannah is my responsibility tonight and I would never do anything to risk someone’s life.

Case in point, a man starts walking down the hall and my eyes drift expertly from Trina to his hands, then roaming over his body. I notice he’s a well-known actor and after further assessment decide he's no threat.

But I’m not a fool, I'm not letting this opportunity go. My arm swoops around Trina and I pull her tight against me as he passes. The squeak that escapes her has my balls tightening. The softness of curves presses against my hard muscles and fits like a glove, and I almost let out an accompanying moan.

I’ve waited way too long to feel her.

“What are you doing? Let me go.” Her voice lacks the fire it should have if she really wanted me to release her.

So, I don’t.

My hand slides over her silky hip, and it takes all my strength not to roughly take her chin and kiss all the sass out of her naughty mouth and silence her once and for all.

But where’s the fun in that?

The man continues on, giving us a brief glance. He didn’t need the space but I told myself he did and that’s the hill I will die on.

“What did you want to tell me?” I rasp dipping my eyes to Trina’s once more.

“First, get your hands off me. Second, stop following me. And third, get your baseball bat under control. It’s digging into me.”

Baseball bat?

Familiar with all her names, now, for the female anatomy, after overhearing her with the girls, I know what she means.

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