There’s a breathless heartbeat between Lee hitting the panel and the hatch circling open when he has time to think this might be a mistake. Then he’s face to face with his visitor and his knees weaken.
Commander Thomas fills the hatchway.
Lee snaps to attention. He almost brains himself with the side of his hand, but his knees lock and his back straightens, and the moment he thought he would fall down in surprise passes. “Sir!” he shouts. “Yes, sir!”
“At ease, Lieutenant.” A faint smile plays around the edges of Thomas’s mouth. He’s dressed casually, in a desert brown T-shirt and blue camo pants, but Lee knows his visit must be anything but casual. There goes his evening.
Hopefully Thomas doesn’t notice the damn erection straining the front of Lee’s sweats. For some reason, he’s harder
