Colter's Revenge by Jan Springer Page B

herself had once uttered when the general had been called away.
    Your time with Colter is in the past. It was a setup, Ashley. Don’t read any more into it. The general set the two of you up.
    Try as she might though, she just couldn’t keep her mind off the way Colter had been staring at her during that one morning when they’d met over a pancake breakfast in the dining hall of General Black’s mansion and were told the general had left for the weekend.
    She remembered the lusty glaze in his eyes as he’d watched her every move while they’d eaten across from each other at the large marble table. He’d looked at her in much the same way he was looking at her now.
    Hungry. Fierce. Determined.
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    She stopped chewing as the pink tip of his tongue dipped out and wetted his bottom lip, capturing a drip of blueberry syrup.
    Visions of yesterday’s kiss—their one and only kiss—raged through her mind. The erotic taste of his moist tongue smoothing past her teeth. The sensual feel of his mouth sliding across her lips. She almost moaned as her pussy clenched tightly around air instead of the long, hard cock she wished would slide into her. He kept staring at her as she dug into the crispy bacon and sunny-side-up eggs. Staring and saying nothing. Watching her every move as if he were the predator and she the prey. Her lower belly rippled wonderfully at the thought of being his captive and she fought to focus her attention on getting as much nutrition into her as possible before he decided it was time to play.
    Oh! And did she ever want to play with him! To touch him, run her fingers along the hard muscles lining his chest, to finally feel his long, hard cock twitch in her hands when she kissed the smooth head.
    Whew! Time to change the subject.
    “I was wondering about something,” she said as she polished off the rest of her coffee.
    “What’s that?”
    “Isn’t Pleasure Palace going to get suspicious if I don’t show up soon?”
    “I took care of that. As far as they’re concerned you and your bodyguard are enjoying the attentions of the pleasure slave named Reena. I’ve left instructions that you do not wish to be disturbed and that lunch, dinner and tomorrow’s food should be left outside your cabin door. Now I don’t have to leave the cabin anymore and I can give you my undivided attention.”
    Oh gosh.
    “Are you finished eating your pancakes?”
    She nodded, and he gathered up the plates and peeked into the container of blueberry syrup.
    “We’ve got quite a bit of blueberry syrup left and I know exactly what we’re going to do with it, but only on one condition.”
    “What…what’s that?”
    “You remove your robe.”

    He could tell she wasn’t too sure if she should do as he asked. And he wasn’t too sure what he’d do if she didn’t take off that robe. He really didn’t want a repeat performance of yesterday. Of seeing the anger flare in her eyes when he’d ripped that sheet off and discovered she was totally naked beneath.
    The instant he’d caught sight of her luscious body, he hadn’t been able to control himself. He’d wanted to look upon her beauty. Wanted to remember what they’d had together that weekend when she’d been so willing to take her clothing off in front of 62
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    him. Back then, she hadn’t been the least bit shy. She’d seemed starved for sex, eager to touch him, explore every inch of him, taste him, just as he’d done with her. Surprise washed over him when her trembling hands untied the knot holding the robe together. She allowed the robe to part, giving him an erotic view of her curvy cleavage, her slightly rounded abdomen and her bare pussy. He trembled at the sight. His cock swelled quickly. Thickening, throbbing, pressing against his pants, demanding escape. Demanding satisfaction in her tight little pussy. Sexual hunger glittered in her eyes and an erotic gasp flew past her lips as he slid his hands inside the robe to cup