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She bounced off, and they watched her round little ass sway as she disappeared around a corner.

“Damn,” Stone groaned. “Two rounds of that would set me happy.”

Mac chuckled, “You old pervert, she’s young enough to be your daughter.”

Stone punched him on the arm, “Asshole. I saw you looking too.”

“Yeah, but I’m better looking than you so no one would question it.”

The two old Marine buddies chuckled at their own humor.

She returned momentarily, still radiating bouncy temptation, and made sure to bend over generously when she set the drinks down. Mac felt his cock twitch again

Stone was still leering at the girl, “So… what do you have to eat around here?”

She flushed pink and giggled again without actually responding.

“Guess I have to go hungry,” Stone flippantly remarked to Mac once she left.

With the distraction gone, Mac and Stone settled into their drinks and their discussion. Stone gave him the rundown of what parts of town to avoid and what parts to visit for information. Mac described his limited knowledge of his new job. Stone just laughed at him.

“Seriously? You’re going to go babysit a whole bunch of stiffs for a living?”

“Hey man, don’t knock it ‘til you try it. They’re paying me a nice six figures plus they’ve covered my relocation expenses.”

“Geezus, can you hire me too?”

Mac laughed, “I haven’t even started yet, asshole, so no.”

After the second round of drinks, Mac decided to call it a night since his first day of work was the next day. Stone collected the phone number of the young waitress, so Mac stopped to chat with the hostess at the front. She giggled and fawned and easily gave up her number. Mac ran his large hand over her rounded little ass and squeezed firmly. She playfully swatted his bicep, and he just grinned down at her delicate little hand. He knew better than to take her home that night, but he would probably be back to that little joint and he would work it then.

He showered when he got home, letting the hot water stream over his smoothly shaven head and muscular back. It felt good to work out the kinks in his bulging biceps and thick neck. As he soaped, he kept picturing the giggly women from the bar. As his mind wrapped around their images, his hand wrapped around himself.

He pictured a nice, bubbly hot tub, no swimsuits, and both of them climbing all over him. He grunted loudly and sprayed against the opposite shower wall. Resting his forehead against the tiles, he rinsed off. When he slid between his sheets that night, he felt mildly more relaxed. But only to the extent that a starving man had been given a spoonful of white rice.

He needed some company and soon.

Chapter 3

Megan conferred with her assistant to finalize all of the arrangements for the retreat that upcoming weekend. Everyone would be working until lunch on Friday. Then they would all head up to the resort she had reserved. Even though it was only her senior staff attending the formal retreat, she gave the entire office the afternoon off; it only seemed fair.

She was only half looking forward to the outing. She was not one to let her hair down, ever. But it was inevitable that she would have to sometime during the weekend. A few months ago, she had attended a leadership conference and had learned all about team building. She had never put much stock into such activities, seeing them as a waste of time. But she’d learned ways that it could improve the bottom line and the company’s productivity. That had changed her way of thinking, and she had set her assistant to the task of planning something.

She was slightly apprehensive about meeting the new head of security, and felt off-kilter about having hired senior staff that she had never met. She trusted those who had hired him, but still, it did not sit well with her sense of control.

Matthew had been hinting around at another dinner ‘date’ but she kept putting him off. She knew he was getting too attached and continuing to see him would only give him the wrong idea, furthering those desires of his. She was not looking for any sort of long-term situation, and she knew he was.

“Megan?” he tentatively asked from her doorway.

“Yes, Matthew?” she kept her voice calm, cool, and professional.

“Here are those staffing numbers you wanted. Did you want to grab dinner tonight?”

“Ah, thank you for the report but I already have plans tonight.”

His handsome face fell, and she momentarily felt sorry for leading him on. He was pleasant to look at -- short wavy dark hair, smiling blue eyes, and a firm jawline. Since she had seen him naked, she also knew that he was trim and toned without being bulky and overly muscular. He had the slim runner’s body. And there was nothing in particular that was off-putting about him, he just did not fit into her plan or what she had in mind.

“Perhaps we can have a drink at the retreat,” she offered to soften the blow.

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