Hey, folks! Here’s the final On Her Watch outtake in honor of the new release. Huge thanks to Literati Book Reviews for first posting this sweet yet heartbreaking original scene from the Don’t Tell series.
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Once again, Commander Linc Cutler POV. Enjoy!

At the end of another day, I carefully placed my weapons in a case, keeping my Heck at my side. I shed my clothes and hit the shower. Alone in my apartment at the top of Beta Corps Command with hellfire raining down all around me, I took a rare moment to shut off my D-P with its nonstop incoming messages. I sat on the sofa and savored a neat whiskey from my black market stash, as I imagined my brother doing the same.

Long day, lots of deaths on both sides of the war. Spilled blood surrounded me and there was no one to share the burden with. Physical need took a back seat to a new longing for intimacy with one woman in particular. Lieutenant Liz Grant. I was sure she was the answer to this aching desire for something, someone in my life. I’d been alone for far too long. I was probably incapable of being the type of man a woman like Liz would willingly turn to for comfort.

Good soldiering? I could do that. I’d proven myself reliable in combat from the time I turned sixteen, but a spent weapon at the end of the day didn’t ease the gnawing hole where my heart should be. A hole that had begun early in my youth, when I’d been forced to choose one parent over the other.

My eyes sank closed as I remembered a slightly happier time—one that was almost worry free, except for when our father lost his temper with Momma.

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 “Rise and shine, Nate.”

He grumbled, wiggling deeper under the covers. At seven and a half, my identical twin couldn’t be more different than me. He was always whistling. I was always frowning. Momma used to say my face would get stuck like that. Nate balanced me out though. He made me laugh, showed me how to have fun.

“C’mon. It’s switch day,” I said. Switch day was my attempt at doing something normal kids would do.

“It’s Wednesday,” he mumbled, his head buried beneath a pillow.

I snapped off his blankets and threw his pillow to the floor. “We’ve gotta fool them all. I’ll be you, and you’re me. Let’s see how long it takes ’em to figure it out.”

“Okay, okay already.” His hair was rumpled. His shorts hiked up on his thighs.

Even after Nate dressed in our precise Institute uniform, he managed to look lazy and uncaring with shirttails hanging down and his tie undone, one shoelace missing. I combed his hair back and off his face while raking mine forward to get just the right shaggy look. I unbuttoned the stiff collar of my shirt then went to work meticulously knotting his tie.

We were worlds apart, not just in appearances, but we never went to sleep without sharing our latest secrets. Nathaniel’s included fanciful ideas of a free future; mine were stamped by the Cutler family vision of maintenance and control. We were taught early on by Father to keep our personal hopes and dreams to a minimum, to focus on the Company we would one day run—he the politician, me the commander. Yet he continued to let his imagination run away with him.

We both held our breaths and sometimes still joined hands when Father raised his voice, and more often his fists, at Momma.

“I’ll make sure you’re safe.” I told him one evening after listening to Father rail at Momma over some misstep he accused her of committing because of her Nomad upbringing.

“Maybe I’ll come to your rescue one day.” Nathaniel had proudly puffed his skinny chest.

“I doubt it. Scrawny chicken.”

“You’re no bigger than me. Anyway”—his expression had turned serious—“we’ll save her, Linc.”

“Yeah.” But then who would protect us?

I shook off the memories that made us older and wiser than any kid should be. Satisfied Nate could pass as me, I pushed open the dining room door.

“Good morning, Lincoln and Nathaniel.” Momma placed a kiss on both our cheeks, totally taken in by our disguises. She never called us by our nicknames, Linc and Nate. Her hair toppled at a dangerous angle on her head in a strawberry-colored haze she never bothered to control.

Father walked into the dining room as soon as the expensive smell of coffee hit the air. We were one of the lucky families since Father had a highly prestigious job with the Company. Rare foods and hard-to-buy items graced our table at every meal.

Momma stiffened first. Her hand grazed her neck where new fingerprint marks marred her skin in pink half-moons. “Breakfast is coming, boys.”

“They’re not boys, Eden, they’re growing men.”

“We should let them have a childhood before they’re put to work for the Company, Sandy.”

Sandy. Lysander Cutler. The up-and-comer.

I shrank beside Nate. Her words would cost her later. A pound of flesh, Father always took it out on her.

Over breakfast, talk was sent back and forth, but there was always the fear something would trigger Father’s temper. Anything could do it: the mention of new rebellion in Alpha Territory, or eggs that weren’t perfectly poached.

Half an hour later, I inhaled deeply when the front door shut behind Father.

“Go on now, to school with you two.” Momma soaked us in her love with kisses and hugs. “I think I found a way to get ice cream for dessert tonight so long as you two stay out of trouble.”

The day droned on at the Institute. Lessons in the Purge, the Plague, good citizenship and Old History bored me to the bone. Worse, I had to be Nate, friendly, popular Nate.

At least our teachers were hoodwinked. We raced each other home, laughing over our triumph. The laughter ended as soon as we walked inside. Duty had called Father to another Territory for two weeks. He’d left that afternoon, but he made sure we’d remember him in his absence. The usually orderly apartment was turned upside down, and Momma rose from her knees by the bookshelf. She always started with Grandfather Rice’s precious books after the rages. No one ever destroyed bound books, they were too rare, but Father relished knocking to the floor that tie to her landowner heritage. She bore a reminder too, a fresh bruise on her face.

No words were said. Later after we finished our homework and repaired Father’s damage to the house, Momma ushered us into the kitchen, ignoring the staged, formal dining room.

“Dessert first.” When she winked, her eyes sparkled. The small table was set with heaping bowls of cold chocolate deliciousness. “Ice cream, as promised for my fine young boys.”

“I love you, Momma.” Nate slipped his arms around her.

I embraced her on the other side. “Me too.”

We didn’t talk about her getting out.

We couldn’t.

The apartment was bugged.

Momma watched us devour the sweet, cold treat spoon-by-spoon. She mussed our hair. “You know, you didn’t fool me this time.”
“Aw, Ma!” I groaned.

Nate ripped off his tie. “Thank god.”

She laughed, hugging us against her. “Promise me you’ll always take care of each other.”

“Yes’m.” We both agreed.

I hadn’t. I hadn’t looked out for my mom or my brother. I remembered the day I’d earned my stars and he’d been barred from the family. It was years after Momma escaped, when we were supposed to think she was dead. Nathaniel stared past me, through me. From that point on, our ties were cut clean through.

Now, two Territories and a Revolution separated me from him. And I had no idea how to repair all the damage I’d done.
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DON’T TELL SERIES:
In His Command, #1 In the dystopian future, two men discover attraction isn’t just dangerous. It’s deadly.
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On Her Watch, #2 War is raging in the InterNations Territories, and within Lieutenant Liz Grant’s heart.
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In His Sights, standalone novella Can two enemies overcome the battles within and the war without to find love? Or will the Revolution destroy their chance at happiness?
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Coming in 2015, the series finale: Under His Guard
Don’t miss the brand new short–’Blondie’ POV–In His Heart here on mywebsite or at my Facebook page.

After weeks of training up my new Corps unit and finding them a useless bunch of wet-behind-the-ears whiners, Lieutenant Liz Grant was a breath of fresh air. Albeit possibly a traitor or at least an absconder. But fuck it. Good, solid recruits during a time of war were hard to come by.

Her cool professionalism and precise skill couldn’t be faulted. It made her get inside my head and under my skin even more. In addition to her to her strong military bearing she was stunningly attractive. Liz was nothing like the vapid Company sponsored airheads I’d been with been with throughout the years. She was tall and slim. Her breasts, high and round, would be just enough to fill my hands. Her curves were those made from years of hard work, the kind I respected. There were no blond ringlets or a made up face…nothing to hide her natural sensuality from deep dark eyes to high cheekbones and a perfectly pink mouth. I wanted to shove my fingers into her short black hair and slide my lips across hers.

A hint of smoldering sexuality just beneath the surface waited to be tapped into. She had a smart mouth on her too. Sometimes I enjoyed baiting her just to watch her temper rise, waiting for her to snap at me.

I’d find out her real reasons for returning to the Corps one way or the other. Sooner rather than later. I was as well versed in the art of seduction as I was in military strategy. Getting her into my bed would be a damn fool move. One I was certain my father—CEO Cutler—would detest.

His disapproval would be worth it.

That brisk March morning, I worked my troopers into a sweaty froth during hours of assault drills in the frigid air. Standing to the side, I shouted orders. They followed them without question. I gave each soldier personal attention, Liz no more than the others but while I worked to improve the others’ aim, with her I simply tried my best to rattle her cage. Her aim was already impeccable.

To my mounting frustration, she hardly even flinched when I loomed over her, demanding more and better and faster whereas the others practically pissed their pants the second I turned my hard gaze on them.

I was so hot and bothered by being in her presence all morning, I didn’t feel the cold at all. When drills ended for a quick lunch, I followed my ass-dragging crew inside and threw my jacket onto a bench in the marble corridor of Beta Corps Command. Liz strolled off with the rest of the unit.

“Hold up, Grant.” My low voice cut through the recruits’ chatter.

I wanted her to lose her cool. I wanted to break her shell. I wanted to get some kind of reaction out of her because for damn sure she was driving me out of my mind.

She came to a halt and pivoted to face me. The winter chill had flushed her cheeks apple pink and I detected a flare in her eyes she didn’t tamp down quickly enough.

Good.

The hallway deserted, leaving us alone. Approaching the woman, I stopped when only a scant space separated us. Her head was at the level of my chin. She knocked her head back, a glare searing me.

Better.

“Are you using my attraction for you against me, Lieutenant Grant?” I leaned a little closer. She arched away from me without losing ground.

“You’re joking. Attraction? Is that what you call sneering and shouting constant orders at me?” Her fingers fell to her holsters. It was a sure sign she was agitated, one of the few I had learned to recognize.

Her sudden vehemence was exactly what I was looking for. She usually appeared so unruffled. I liked riling her up, pushing her buttons, making her cheeks brighten and her eyes sparkle. I wondered what her soft-looking parted lips tasted like, what her sexy body felt like naked.

“Yes. Since being pissed off at you is the only way I can be sure to keep my hands off you.”

“What?” Her mouth popped open.

It seemed I’d finally managed to catch her by surprise and I used it to my advantage, closing the final space between us. She stepped back. I ranged closer. She kept retreating and I kept advancing until she ran out of space just like she was going to run out of excuses to avoid me.

Caging her against the wall, I shifted forward until my chest brushed her breasts. I listened as her breath caught in her throat. Her hands flew up between us but I circled her wrists, holding them out to her sides.

I inhaled the scent of her so close. Womanly, but also the distinct metallic discharge of weaponry. The combination was addictive. Almost as intoxicating as the touch of her nipples pressing against me in tight little peaks beneath the woven cloth of her shirt.
I felt her muscles tense and blocked the thrust of her knee before it made contact with my balls.

Laying my lips against her ear, I said, “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

She didn’t struggle, nor did she scream. Her hips moved almost imperceptibly, pushing to meet mine. My stiff cock thumped when our pelvises made contact and I couldn’t contain my groan.

For a few seconds neither of us moved. I soaked in the contact of our bodies that nailed a screaming need in my groin to come right then. Liz slapped her ass back against the wall so fast, cooler air swirled between us.

I opened my eyes to find hers hooded.

“Permission to speak freely, Sir.” The way she tacked on Sir was clearly meant as an insult but I didn’t care. I finally had her where I wanted her.

I tangled one hand and in her shiny black hair. It was as silken as it had looked. “When has my not giving you permission ever stopped you before, Liz?”

“You’re an arrogant son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed.

I laughed. I laughed so loud it echoed around the vacant hall and filled me like a vessel that had been empty of joy for years, which wasn’t far from the truth.

“I don’t know if I can trust you for even a second but by God, I want you.” Releasing her hair, I skimmed my hand down her neck.
Her pulse kicked against my palm. She moistened her lips. Her breath stuttered as did her words. “I…I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”
“I never was a smart boy.”

“Commander—”

“Linc, call me Linc.”

“Sir.”

My lips hovered above hers and my gaze never wavered from the pout of her mouth. Her tongue peeked out to wet her lips.
“Just say my name once,” I rasped.

I felt her shuddering breath before she whispered, “Linc.”

I fell forward onto my forearms braced against the wall. I found the nook of her neck and nuzzled her there, not kissing, not licking but wanting to so much. When I freed her hands, she slid them around my waist and up my back, finding purchase on my shoulders.
“Ah. Fuck, Liz.” Just that faint touch, her first capitulation, was enough to make me grit my teeth against the need to pump my cock against her.

But I wouldn’t come in my pants. I wouldn’t rip her clothes off and thrust into her in the middle of the hallway.
I loosened her hands, kissing each palm before placing them at her sides. I brushed the hair from her eyes and thought about her lush lips one more time.

“We can’t do this here.”

She wriggled free. “Who says we’re doing it at all?”

Turning to take her place against the wall, I let my head thunk back. I smiled. “Maybe not now, but we will.”

“When hell freezes over.”

“Oh, I think it’ll be sooner than that.”

“Then you’ll have to try a hell of a lot harder.” With that, she marched off. As usual, Liz didn’t look back. She didn’t let her shoulders sloop or her posture weaken. But there was a new sway to her backside I reckoned she wasn’t aware off.

Scooping up my jacket, I went back outside. The blasting wind didn’t cool me off one bit. She’d left me even more intrigued. Turned on. Goddamn frustrated. One more night alone with my hand…my cock ached…

I wanted Liz totally bare and writhing in my bed, begging for me to fuck her.

I was going to make sure that happened.

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DON’T TELL SERIES:
In His Command, #1 In the dystopian future, two men discover attraction isn’t just dangerous. It’s deadly.
Amazon B&N iTunes

On Her Watch, #2 War is raging in the InterNations Territories, and within Lieutenant Liz Grant’s heart.
Amazon B&N iTunes

In His Sights, standalone novella Can two enemies overcome the battles within and the war without to find love? Or will the Revolution destroy their chance at happiness?
Amazon
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Coming in 2015, the series finale: Under His Guard
Of course you can still read the brand new short–’Blondie’ POV–In His Heart here on my website or at my Facebook page.
Thanks for reading, all!

This Don’t Tell series outtake first appeared on Lily Element. Many thanks for hosting me and my dubious crew  The interview takes place during the time between In His Command and the opening of On Her Watch.
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The interviewees walked into the room after checking their various guns, knives, and other hardware at the security point. Under breath complaining could be heard as Caspar Cannon held out a chair first for his husband, Nathaniel, then for his former second-in-charge, Lieutenant Liz Grant. The trio settled at the table, wearing varied combinations of black leather and tough camouflage.
They made an interesting group—three of the most wanted rebels by the InterNations government. Cannon the tall, muscled military man had short dark hair and an intense expression. His caramel brown eyes and swarthy looks were almost identical to Liz Grant’s although they weren’t related. She stood tall, slim, strong with razor sharp black locks—what one would call a pixie cut, but never to her face. In direct contrast to his lover and his new friend, Nathaniel—ex head of Technical Acquisitions for the Company but a Freelander through and through—boasted an ultra modern long stripe of golden blond hair that when pulled back revealed the shaved sides of his head. His stubble was shaved neatly, his blues eyes sparkled, and his easy grin was as infectious as I later found his drawl to be.
He and Caspar made a striking couple.
Cannon brushed a hand down the back of his neck. “So, are we ready to roll here or what?”
“Yeah. It’s not like there’s a Revolution to fight or anything.” Liz popped her knuckles and propped her boots on the table.
“Of course. So tell me, Commander Cannon, what’s your favorite color?”
With a gentle stroke of his fingertips along Blondie’s (aka Nathaniel’s) cheek, he smiled, “Blue.”
In return to his lover’s caress, Nathaniel cheeks colored and the azure blue eyes Cannon noted lowered in seeming pleasure.
Sitting on the other side of her former Commander, Liz smirked. “Blue balls, maybe.”
“Not anymore.” He shot back. Then he chuckled. “You’re the only one with a bad case of blue balls.”
“Just because I don’t have my own Fuck Bunny…” As she pushed her boot-shod feet off the table, she drummed short fingernails on the arms of her chair. “But I’m glad you finally admit I’ve got the balls to back up my mouth.”
“More balls than brains. And I sure as hell hope so since you’re going up against Linc Cutler alone.” Cannon’s already deep voice had lowered to a dangerous tone.
“Maybe it’s time for another question?” The Freelander with the longish blond hair pointed out from his side of the bickering pair.
“Sure thing. Underwear or commando, Nathaniel?”
While Nathaniel flushed beneath the short golden stubble on his cheeks, Liz cackled with glee. “I know. I know! Nathaniel goes Commander.”
“Damn straight.”
“Y’all think I could get a word in edgewise?” Blondie interjected.
“Nope,” came his companion’s twin responses.
“Kill me now, please.” Nathaniel’s mock frown was completely unconvincing. “And if I can’t go Commander, I prefer to go commando.”
Cannon’s licked his lips, staring at his husband.
“So, what is your twin brother, Commander Lincoln Cutler, like?”
Tugging at the double helix ring in his ear, Nathaniel frowned. “Ruthless. Single-minded. Ambitious.” He glanced sideways at Liz. “Uh…but don’t let that worry you.”
Cannon sat back to rub both hands over his face. “Greeeat.”
Turning slightly paler, Liz pursed her lips, then blew out a long breath. “Yeah. No sweat, like I said.”
“How do you feel about your upcoming engagement in Beta Territory, Lieutenant Grant?”
“First of all, it’s not an engagement of any kind. It’s a mission. And dammit, how come you give them the easy questions like whether they hang to the left or right but you want to get all interpersonal with me?” The eye-catching woman fingered her empty holsters in an agitated manner.
“We all think you’re an extraordinary woman, Liz–”
“Extraordinary pain in the ass.” Cannon blustered.
Liz reached out and punched his shoulder.
“And people want to know more about you.”
“I think she just called us boring, Big Man.” Nathaniel sought to ease the tension in the room.
“Would you care to answer the question?”
Liz gritted her teeth. “How about no?” She knocked her head back before piercing me with an unforgettably haunting stare. “Fine. I’m going because I can do more good in Beta than anywhere else and I need to know what the hell really happened to my dad. I don’t buy the bullshit Nomads killed him spin anymore. If I have to bend over backwards to get on Linc Cutler’s good side I’ll do it. But I am not going to end up in the cutthroat Commander’s bed.”
“Those are pretty vehement words.”
“There’s plenty more where those came from.” Her lips curled into a smirk. “PS. I wear cotton panties instead of thongs because I prefer to use floss on my teeth instead of in my ass, thank you very much.”
After blanching through her tirade, both Cannon and Nathaniel laughed along with her, highlighting their easy camaraderie.
“Here’s one for everyone: what book are you reading now?”
Cannon popped up. “The Art of War. I found it in the Chitamauga library. I’m trying to source out new strategies. Or old, forgotten ones from Old History, I guess.”
“How did you end up with such a romantic, Nate?” Liz asked.
“Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it,” he returned.
“Tried him? No thanks.”
“Gross.” Cannon’s nose wrinkled.
“I’m readin’ Don Quixote,” Nathaniel drawled.
“You and your windmills.” His husband linked their fingers together.
“They’re Hatch’s windmills not mine. And that’s not what the book is about.”
“What about you, Lieutenant?”
“The History of Modern Art,” she answered.
Cannon blinked at her. “The history of huh?”
She flicked him on the forehead. “Shut it. Both our books have art in them. And don’t be such a Neandrethal. For fuck’s sake, Nate, what do you see in him?”
“I can answer that one.” The brown haired man lay one large hand in his lap with a suggestive grin.
“I’m not just after your cock.”
“Well it can’t be his smarts,” Liz quipped.
“I’ll have you know I’m very smart, thank you very fucking much.” Kissing the side of Nathaniel’s neck, Cannon murmured, “And you’ll be sucking those words later, Blondie.”
The two men gazed at each other with electricity racing between them.
Liz huffed. “Are we done?” Her chair scraped back and she gained her feet with feline grace.
“Well, not really. I still have ten other questions to–”
“So we’re done.” Cannon stood too, brooking no argument.
As they filed out, Nathaniel hung back to shake my hand with polite words of goodbye.
“C’mon babe. I got a new weapon to demonstrate for you.”
“Oh god. You’re talking about your cannon again, aren’t you?” Liz rolled her eyes.
Caspar stopped to wink at her and grabbed his man’s hand.
Nodding a hasty goodbye, Nathaniel loped after Cannon with a lusty smile.
 I watched through the open door as the trio collected their weapons and systematically checked their ammo. They left quickly and quietly becoming mirages melting with the crowd beyond the building.
One thing was certain. The InterNations Territories would never be the same. Now they just had to win the Revolution.
 
Comments can be directed to either Cannon, Nathaniel, Liz or the sometimes keeper of these characters—Rie Warren—in comments.  
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DON’T TELL SERIES:
In His Command, #1
In the dystopian future, two men discover attraction isn’t just dangerous. It’s deadly.
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On Her Watch, #2
War is raging in the InterNations Territories, and within Lieutenant Liz Grant’s heart.
Amazon
B&N
iTunes
In His Sights, standalone novella
Can two enemies overcome the battles within and the war without to find love? Or will the Revolution destroy their chance at happiness?
Amazon
Coming in 2015, the series finale: Under His Guard
I will be posting the rest of the outtakes from On Her Watch soon, and of course you can still read the brand new short–‘Blondie’ POV–In His Hearthere on my website or at my Facebook page.
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On Her Watch, Don’t Tell #2
Please meet Beta Corps Commander–and all around bad-ass–Linc Cutler. And First Lieutenant Liz Grant, the femme fatale and famed soldier who knows her way around more than one type of gun.

​Are you ready for them to set fire to the Revolution and burn up the sheets?

Blurb:

The year is 2071 and all hell has broken loose. As the government tries to control the territories that were once the United States, an armed rebellion erupts . . .

AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries’ favor. There’s only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler.

Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn’t know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.

​My, my, my. I don’t know what to tell you. Secrecy and sabotage? Lust vs. loyalty? Love? Victory? You’ll have to read to find out.

​Top secret sneak peek at On Her Watch, Don’t Tell #2:

At my back, another heat shivered up my spine. Linc hadn’t made a sound, but I felt him. Hunched in front of the furnace, not looking back, I asked, “Let me guess. Little Miss Piss tipped you off?”

His footsteps rang while he ranged closer. “Are you having issues with LT Burr already? She just returned from a mission.”

Sabine Burr, snitch bitch, a burr in my backside.

“Nah. We’re destined to be best friends.” I closed the iron gate of the furnace and swiveled around to perform a desultory salute. “Commander.”

“Grant.” He ambled closer.

“If Burr didn’t come crying to you, then why are you here?”

“I was looking for you. Plus, I could ask the same of you.” Perspiration tracked down my neck, and he watched it with avid attention before asking, “What are you burning?”

“My bras.”

A grin lit up his whole face, putting Nate’s pair of dimples to shame.
“Maybe I should fish them out.”

“Help yourself.” I stepped aside, hoping to break the strange intensity growing between us.

“I think those were personal records you’d rather not have anyone see.” Tilting his head to the side, he gave some serious attention to my chest before adding, “Not your brassieres.”

“I think the heat’s getting to you, sir.”

His advance brought him against me. “What are you hiding?”

My face tight from the fire, from his nearness, I turned my head aside. “A dick that could probably rival yours.”

Fingertips coasting under my chin, he tipped my face to his. “I don’t buy that. I think you could be very soft if you wanted to be, Liz.”

“Call me Grant.” My heart battered in my chest.

Linc’s whisper licked my ear. “Grant, is that how you like it? Cold, impersonal?”
Yes.

“Or long, hot, personal for hours on end?”

Clamping my tongue between my teeth, I let the wash of lust roll over me.

“What were you burning?”

“I like to write sometimes, okay? It helps me clear my head.” This was the second admission he’d coaxed from me in just a few hours. I pushed Linc away and tried to move past him.

He blocked me. “I haven’t dismissed you yet.”

Linc’s fierce visage as smoldering as the dark chamber, I stood my ground, watching his broad shoulders disappear from sight as he moved behind me. Thick forearms hitched around my waist, pressing me flush against his chest. His arousal was rigid and heavy against the small of my back.

“I like it when you tell me the truth, Liz.” His tongue darted and withdrew from the nape of my neck, making way for a husky whisper. “Now, do you remember what General Order No. 1 is?”

“Division wide prohibition of sex during wartime, sir.” My voice sounded breathy while I recited the military policy stating there was a ‘no sex for soldiers’ law in effect.

Warm lips grazed my hammering pulse point before moving up to my ear. “Very good. Think you can keep it up?”

​I spun around. “I can maintain protocol, commander.”

“We’ll just see about that.” A smile flirted around the edges of his lips. “If you’re quite done burning those bras, come with me.”

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