Dial M for Ménage
“His voice mail picked up and she ended the call without leaving a message. Instead, she sent Hunter a text to let him know her flight had landed and stood to pull her carry-on out of the overhead compartment. Within about ten minutes, she had joined the crowd of debarking passengers looking for their people in the terminal.
Her person leaned against a wall directly across from the exit, his shoulders mouthwateringly broad. Hunter wore civilian clothes. Faded jeans replaced his camouflage pants and a distressed leather jacket hung open over his snug gray Henley. Kat took a certain amount of pleasure from seeing him in uniform, all stern and untouchable, but she had never really been the men-in-uniform type.
Uniforms just got in the way of all the delicious male hardness underneath. His street clothes weren’t exactly giving her the eyeful she craved, but they at least suggested at the treasures they hid. Take, for example, the faint outline of his six-pack, which showed where hi...s shirt clung to his stomach.MoreLess
Her person leaned against a wall directly across from the exit, his shoulders mouthwateringly broad. Hunter wore civilian clothes. Faded jeans replaced his camouflage pants and a distressed leather jacket hung open over his snug gray Henley. Kat took a certain amount of pleasure from seeing him in uniform, all stern and untouchable, but she had never really been the men-in-uniform type.
Uniforms just got in the way of all the delicious male hardness underneath. His street clothes weren’t exactly giving her the eyeful she craved, but they at least suggested at the treasures they hid. Take, for example, the faint outline of his six-pack, which showed where hi...s shirt clung to his stomach.MoreLess
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