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Over the next few days—if she still felt the same—she would find time to talk to Kane, to Hassan, to anyone who would listen. Tomorrow, she would lay it all out, the discoveries, the overheard conversation, the doubts that gnawed at her. They needed to make a decision—together—about whether to continue the dig or to walk away, leaving the past buried where it belonged.

But tonight, she would allow herself to feel the weight of it all, to acknowledge the fear that had taken root in her heart. And perhaps, in the quiet darkness of the desert night, she would find the strength to do what needed to be done.

Chapter Seven

Kane

Kane Chaplin stood at the edge of the camp; his gaze fixed on the horizon where the first light of dawn was beginning to streak across the sky. The desert around them was still and silent, the oppressive heat of the day yet to settle in. But even in the coolness of the early morning, Kane felt a restlessness gnawing at him, a tension that had nothing to do with the mission and everything to do with the woman who had invaded his dreams.

Maggie.

He placed his hand on her head and pressed down lightly. “On your knees.”

She sank gracefully to her knees. God, she was gorgeous—her skin flushed with need, her nipples stiffened, and the scent of her arousal like perfume in the air.

Maggie ran her tongue around her full lips and opened her mouth. Kane’s cock throbbed as he thrust it past her lips and into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his length, and he couldn’t hold back a groan. He gazed down at her, watching his cock sink all the way into her mouth until her nose was pressed up against his groin.

Why was it Maggie who did this to him? Why was she so different than all the rest? He didn’t have an answer to that question. He just knew that she was smart, sexy, and as courageous as any of those he’d ever served with. She wouldn’t be easy to dominate. He was sure she’d challenge him every chance she got. Theirs would not be a quiet, easy D/s relationship. It would be a continual dance for power, and he welcomed the thought of it.

He held her head in place as he began thrusting his cock in and out of her luscious lips. Each time he started to withdraw, Maggie sucked on him with all she was worth, trying to keep him inside her so she could torture him in the most delicious way with her tongue. She wasn’t content to simply let him fuck her mouth. No, she was trying to take control and force him to do as she wanted. Well, she would learn that while he could be indulgent, he would still be in command.

God, she felt good. He grasped her head between his hands and began to plunge in and out, over and over, until finally, he drove to the very back of her throat and as she swallowed, he began to spill himself down into her belly.

When dawn came, Kane awoke to his lonely bed, the image of a naked Maggie kneeling before him still fresh in his mind. He sat up and clenched his jaw, trying to shake off the memories of the night before, the vivid images that had taken to haunting his sleep. They had started out innocent enough—a replay of the day’s events, the usual scenarios of combat and strategy. But then Maggie had appeared, her presence turning the dream into something altogether different. He could still feel the warmth of her skin beneath his hands, the taste of her lips on his, the way her body had fit so perfectly against his.

Kane cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his short, dark hair. He wrapped his hand around his incredibly hard cock and began to fuck it instead of her. Harder and faster; he pumped his length until finally, with a groan he hoped wasn’t as loud from the outside of his tent as it sounded to him, he climaxed, spitting out his cum onto his belly. This was getting out of hand. He was supposed to be protecting Maggie, not fantasizing about her. But no matter how hard he tried; he couldn’t push her from his mind. The more he saw of her, the more he admired her strength, her intelligence, her determination. And the more he wanted her.

He had always prided himself on his discipline, on his ability to compartmentalize his emotions and focus on the task at hand. But Maggie was making that increasingly difficult. She was everywhere—in his thoughts, in his dreams, in every corner of the camp. And it was putting him on edge, making it harder to keep his guard up.

Kane exhaled slowly, forcing himself to concentrate. Today, Maggie had insisted they head into a nearby town for supplies, and he needed to be sharp. The area was relatively safe, or so they had been told, but Kane knew better than to let his guard down. The recent discovery of surveillance near the camp had made him wary, and the possibility of an ambush was never far from his mind.

As if on cue, Maggie appeared at the entrance to her tent, already dressed and ready to go. She moved with quiet efficiency, her long blonde hair pulled back into a braid, her eyes focused and determined. Kane’s heart gave an involuntary lurch at the sight of her, and he quickly looked away, pretending to check the supplies in the back of the Jeep.

“Kane,” Maggie called out as she approached, her voice steady but tinged with an underlying tension that matched his own. “Are we ready?”

“Yeah,” he replied, not trusting himself to say more. He kept his tone clipped, professional, trying to maintain the distance he had so carefully cultivated since their return to the dig site. “Let’s move out.”

Maggie didn’t push for conversation, and for that, Kane was grateful, but it appeared that she might have something on her mind, but he wouldn’t push her. When she was ready to talk, she would. She seemed to understand him in a way few people—male or female—ever did. Maybe that was part of her allure. They climbed into the Jeep, and he took the driver’s seat, his hands steady on the wheel as they pulled away from the camp. The road to the town was little more than a dirt track winding through the arid landscape, with nothing but endless stretches of sand and rock on either side.

The silence between them was heavy, but not uncomfortable. Kane could feel Maggie’s presence beside him, a subtle reminder of the connection that had been growing between them since the start of this mission. It was a connection that scared him more than he cared to admit because it was making him feel things he hadn’t felt in years.

As they neared the town, Kane’s instincts began to tingle with the familiar sense of impending danger. His eyes scanned the horizon, every shadow and movement scrutinized with the precision of a man who had spent most of his life in combat zones. The town itself was small, a cluster of low buildings and market stalls, with few people out this early in the morning.

Kane slowed the Jeep as they entered the outskirts of the town, his senses on high alert. Something didn’t feel right. The usual sounds of life—the chatter of villagers, the clatter of market goods being set up—were conspicuously absent. The town was eerily quiet, and Kane’s instincts screamed at him to get out, to turn the Jeep around and leave before it was too late.

“Maggie,” he said, his voice low and tense, “stay close. I don’t like this.”

Maggie nodded, her expression serious as she unbuckled her seatbelt and checked the small pistol he had insisted she carry. Her brother had told him she was good with firearms. It was more for show than anything—she wasn’t a soldier, after all—but Kane appreciated that she was willing and able to use the gun if necessary. It showed that she was ready, that she understood the gravity of the situation, and it might make others think twice about trying to get to her.

They parked the Jeep in the shade of a building and climbed out, keeping to the shadows as they made their way toward the center of town. The few people they encountered moved quickly, their eyes averted, their steps hurried. Kane’s unease deepened with every step.

They reached the market square, and Kane’s eyes flicked to the rooftops, the alleyways, every possible angle from which an attack could come. He caught a glimpse of movement—just a shadow, but it was enough. His hand dropped to his sidearm, his muscles coiled and ready.

“Get back to the Jeep,” he whispered to Maggie, his tone leaving no room for argument.

But it was too late. The trap had already been sprung.

Gunfire erupted from the rooftops, the sharp crack of AK-47s shattering the morning silence. Kane grabbed Maggie and pulled her down behind a stack of crates, his body shielding hers as bullets whizzed overhead.

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