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“Hell of a smile you’ve got there, Major.”
Ivy tried to turn it down, but Captain Juarez, the flight leader, just grinned at her efforts.
“You should see the other guy,” she riposted and did her best to be dignified as she accompanied him to Marine One. She’d fly as passenger on one of the decoy helos, but wanted to make sure everything was squared away on the designated primary bird.
The image of Colby, sprawled beneath her, with his palms cupping her breasts and his eyes practically rolled back into his head with the intensity of his pleasure just wouldn’t go away. It was a good image. Rex had popped his head up over the edge of the bed at Colby’s groan, then snorted and lay back down on the floor.
Mornings indeed.
But she hadn’t felt like laughing. Morning s*x with Colby wasn’t
