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He stepped closer. His hard chest pressed against me, and that impressive cock dug into my belly. He lifted me, and a thrill ran through me. I found myself pinned against the wall again, my legs wrapping around his lean waist.

“You want me to fuck you?” His voice was low.

“Yes.”

“How, Jess? Slow and teasing? Hard and fast?”

“Hard. Fast.” My heart knocked against my ribs.

“Good.” I felt him fist his cock between our bodies, the swollen head brushing between my legs.

He thrust inside me.

I let out a cry, and it meshed with the small groan that exploded out of him. My nails dug into his shoulders as I absorbed the pleasure-pain burning through me. I was so full.

“I can feel how wet you are.” His voice was a gritty growl. “How tight.”

His voice made me tighten my legs around him. “Fuck me, North.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He cupped my ass, pulled out, then slammed back in. He worked his big cock inside me until we were both slick with sweat and panting.

I never wanted it to stop.

His mouth was on mine—a mindless, passion-filled kiss. My climax shimmered, I was on the edge.

“Come on my cock, Jess.Now.”

Those words tipped me over the edge. I screamed, and sharp-edged waves of pleasure hit.

A moment later, he thrust into me and stayed there. He groaned, his big body shaking as he came deep inside me.

Small aftershocks of pleasure shivered through me. My brain needed a reboot, because it certainly wasn’t functioning. We stayed there for a minute or three, who knew how long? It was lucky, because I was pretty sure my legs would collapse without him holding me up.

Finally, he set me on my feet. Our gazes met.

And reality—that sneaky bitch—hit me like a monster at full speed.

I’d just fucked a squad mate.

I was the new member on the team, the only female soldier on the team, and I’d screwed up. It didn’t matter how much I’d wanted it or how good it had felt. I couldn’t let this get messy. I couldn’t let it ruin things.

I cleared my throat. “That was really great, North.”

His gaze narrowed and he cocked his head. “Great?”

“Yes. We clearly needed it.” I straightened and realized I was only wearing my bra.Dammit. I snatched my shirt off the floor. “The moment we met, we both know there was a…spark.” I pulled my shirt over my head. “Now, we’ve gotten it out of our system.” I pasted on a big smile. “Now we can get on with things.”

“Get on with things?” He stared at me with an unreadable look.

I nodded.

His chest rose and fell, and I tried not to get distracted by the muscles and ink. “If that’s what you want.”

“Yep,” I said brightly.

He turned away and started pulling his own clothes back into place. He yanked his shirt over his head. He shot me one long look, then turned and stalked out.

Shit.

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