Page 17 of Stalked By the Quartermaster

"Come for me, Caro," he commands, his voice threadbare with need. And I do, spiraling into a climax that shatters me into a million stars, Frank following close behind, his own release marking me as eternally his.

In the aftermath, we cling to each other, breaths mingling, hearts racing.

This is us—raw and real, bound by more than vows or uniforms. Bound by a love that defies rank.

I'm draped over Frank, my skin slick against his as our breathing slows to a steady rhythm. The sheets are a rumpled testament to the urgency we'd just experienced, and the air is still thick with the scent of our lovemaking.

"Damn, Caro," he murmurs, his rough fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.

I prop myself up on one elbow, peering down at him. His weathered face, usually so stern when weighed down by duty, is soft now, lines smoothed away by satisfaction. "And you," I say, kissing the tip of his nose, "are the only man who can make me come undone just by looking at me."

"Skills of a quartermaster," he teases with a wicked grin, but there's a tenderness in his eyes that makes my heart swell.

We're silent for a moment, just holding each other's gaze. There's something sacred about these post-orgasmic confessions—like every whispered word is a vow renewed.

"Thank you," I whisper, because gratitude feels like the most profound thing I can offer this man who's given me his heart along with such carnal pleasure.

"For?" He asks, pretending to be clueless, but I see the playful glint in his eye.

"Everything." My voice is barely audible, but I know he hears me. "For the wild sex, obviously, but also for being my rock. For the laughter, the chaos, for James and Lily..." I trail off, emotions clogging my throat.

Frank pulls me down for a deep, soulful kiss, and I melt into it, letting his love wash over me. "No need to thank me for living the dream," he whispers back, his lips brushing against mine.

"Promise me this is forever," I say, suddenly needing the reassurance.

"Caroline Caldwell, I wouldn’t have given up career for just any woman. You’re stuck with me. Forever and a day," he vows, and the certainty in his voice wraps around me like a warm blanket.

"Good." I grin, pressing my body closer to his. "Because I've got plans for us, Sergeant Donovan. Wild plans that involve much less clothing and way more of what we just did."

"Is that so?" Frank chuckles, a low, sensual sound that promises round two is just on the horizon. "Lead the way, Private. I'm all yours."

And as I lay there, tangled up in the love of my life, I can't help but think about the adventures waiting for us—the challenges we'll face, the memories we'll create. Our future is an open book, and I'm ready to fill it with tales of passion, joy, and unbreakable bonds. With Frank as my quartermaster, I know anything is possible.

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