that option,
but if I agree, I’ve lied about the Navy SEALS dropping me off. Do SEALS
parachute? I give an exaggerated shake of my head. Perhaps I’ll leave the good
lieutenant with a mystery to ponder after I’ve fucked his brains out.
“I didn’t parachute.”
“Then how?”
“Classified,” I bite out.
Ramsey pulls his head back in a
classic gesture of disbelief. I sniff a hint of sarcasm too.
“Fine. You can get them down then.” He
leans against the tree, one ankle atop the other, both arms crossed at his
chest.
Showtime !
I close my eyes and draw upon my
pheromone stores. I’m kind of like a skunk only no man runs from me, except the
gay ones—my gaydar is one hundred percent accurate as I’ve sadly discovered a
few times. Hetero men can’t smell my scent, but they can feel its effects. I
open my eyes. Lt. Ramsey hasn’t shifted from his position, though he has raised
his eyebrows a tick. This going to be harder than I thought. Santa wouldn’t
gift me to a gay man, surely. The jolly fellow might be fat and sexless, but
he’s not stupid or mean.
Maybe this guy needs another dose. I
squeeze my lids shut and with a grunt, pump out as much attraction juice as I
can.
“Are you alright, Lt. Ferris?”
He’s laughing at me? How dare he! Fine!
I snap my fingers and my bags
materialize at my feet. Ramsey springs to attention, a pistol I didn’t even
know he carried drawn and pointed at the menacing briefcase.
“What the hell?” He raises his gun and
points it at me. “Who are you? What are you?”
That’s better.
With one hand I reach up and undo my
top two buttons.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his
brow furrowed.
“It’s hot here. The captain’s not
around and you don’t outrank me so I’m making myself comfortable.” I unbutton
two more. My red bra should be about ready to make an appearance.
Lt Ramsey’s Adam’s apple bobs up and
down. “Lieutenant, please stop right there.” The gun disappears into his
waistband.
I do, but I fix my gaze on him, my
lust lasers set to stun. After I douse him with their full strength, I smile.
“My apologies. I didn’t mean to offend you. Turn around then while I change
into shorts and a t-shirt.” I twirl my finger like a tornado.
He relaxes and his eyes zero in on my
chest. He’s seen a flash of red. I’ve got you now, Lt. Ramsey.
“I wasn’t offended. I just didn’t know
what you were doing. I still don’t understand how you made your bags appear as
if by magic at your feet.” His gaze is fixed on my throat. A light breeze cools
the trail made by a single drop of sweat on its journey to the valley between
my breasts. The heat from his eyes follows the same path, leaving steam in its
wake.
“I told you it was classified.” I
unbutton two more and pull the shirt from the waistband of my pants. “Last
chance to turn around.”
The corner of his mouth upturns. “I
think I should keep you under surveillance,” he says.
Off comes the shirt. The lieutenant’s
eyes darken. I unbuckle and withdraw my belt from the loops. He watches like
he’s the cobra and I’m the charmer. My pants fall to the ground in a puddle at
my feet. I kick off my shoes and step away from the discards.
Ramsey purses his lips and says,
“Damn!” on a loud exhale.
Time for the money shot. I spin around
and bend over stiff legged to open up my suitcase. I give him a golden view of
bare ass cheeks and a scrap of red lace that barely hides the entrance to
paradise.
“Oh fuck me,” he mutters.
I slide my hands up the backs of my
thighs and peer around to where Ramsey stands. His hand drops to his crotch
where it appears to hover, or is suspended. Hmm, wonder which. Oh yes, I know.
“See something you like, Lieutenant?”
I straighten up and walk toward him, a feline grace in my step.
His jaw goes slack, but he remains
rooted to his spot, one hand failing miserably at hiding his erection, the other
rushing in to provide backup.
I reach
but if I agree, I’ve lied about the Navy SEALS dropping me off. Do SEALS
parachute? I give an exaggerated shake of my head. Perhaps I’ll leave the good
lieutenant with a mystery to ponder after I’ve fucked his brains out.
“I didn’t parachute.”
“Then how?”
“Classified,” I bite out.
Ramsey pulls his head back in a
classic gesture of disbelief. I sniff a hint of sarcasm too.
“Fine. You can get them down then.” He
leans against the tree, one ankle atop the other, both arms crossed at his
chest.
Showtime !
I close my eyes and draw upon my
pheromone stores. I’m kind of like a skunk only no man runs from me, except the
gay ones—my gaydar is one hundred percent accurate as I’ve sadly discovered a
few times. Hetero men can’t smell my scent, but they can feel its effects. I
open my eyes. Lt. Ramsey hasn’t shifted from his position, though he has raised
his eyebrows a tick. This going to be harder than I thought. Santa wouldn’t
gift me to a gay man, surely. The jolly fellow might be fat and sexless, but
he’s not stupid or mean.
Maybe this guy needs another dose. I
squeeze my lids shut and with a grunt, pump out as much attraction juice as I
can.
“Are you alright, Lt. Ferris?”
He’s laughing at me? How dare he! Fine!
I snap my fingers and my bags
materialize at my feet. Ramsey springs to attention, a pistol I didn’t even
know he carried drawn and pointed at the menacing briefcase.
“What the hell?” He raises his gun and
points it at me. “Who are you? What are you?”
That’s better.
With one hand I reach up and undo my
top two buttons.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his
brow furrowed.
“It’s hot here. The captain’s not
around and you don’t outrank me so I’m making myself comfortable.” I unbutton
two more. My red bra should be about ready to make an appearance.
Lt Ramsey’s Adam’s apple bobs up and
down. “Lieutenant, please stop right there.” The gun disappears into his
waistband.
I do, but I fix my gaze on him, my
lust lasers set to stun. After I douse him with their full strength, I smile.
“My apologies. I didn’t mean to offend you. Turn around then while I change
into shorts and a t-shirt.” I twirl my finger like a tornado.
He relaxes and his eyes zero in on my
chest. He’s seen a flash of red. I’ve got you now, Lt. Ramsey.
“I wasn’t offended. I just didn’t know
what you were doing. I still don’t understand how you made your bags appear as
if by magic at your feet.” His gaze is fixed on my throat. A light breeze cools
the trail made by a single drop of sweat on its journey to the valley between
my breasts. The heat from his eyes follows the same path, leaving steam in its
wake.
“I told you it was classified.” I
unbutton two more and pull the shirt from the waistband of my pants. “Last
chance to turn around.”
The corner of his mouth upturns. “I
think I should keep you under surveillance,” he says.
Off comes the shirt. The lieutenant’s
eyes darken. I unbuckle and withdraw my belt from the loops. He watches like
he’s the cobra and I’m the charmer. My pants fall to the ground in a puddle at
my feet. I kick off my shoes and step away from the discards.
Ramsey purses his lips and says,
“Damn!” on a loud exhale.
Time for the money shot. I spin around
and bend over stiff legged to open up my suitcase. I give him a golden view of
bare ass cheeks and a scrap of red lace that barely hides the entrance to
paradise.
“Oh fuck me,” he mutters.
I slide my hands up the backs of my
thighs and peer around to where Ramsey stands. His hand drops to his crotch
where it appears to hover, or is suspended. Hmm, wonder which. Oh yes, I know.
“See something you like, Lieutenant?”
I straighten up and walk toward him, a feline grace in my step.
His jaw goes slack, but he remains
rooted to his spot, one hand failing miserably at hiding his erection, the other
rushing in to provide backup.
I reach
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