Command Performance

“You deserve more,” he said without conviction.

“I want this.” She wrapped her hand around him.

“Tomorrow night, Maggie.” His voice was low and rough. “Tomorrow I’m going to make you lose control. But not now. Not here in the hall after you’ve downed half a bottle of tequila.”

Her body still basking in the afterglow of the amazing orgasm he’d given her, Maggie watched as he zipped up his pants and walked away. She waited for the oh-God-what-have-I-done feeling to wash over her. After all, she’d let him take control of her body and asked for more. But instead, anticipation flooded her from head to toe. Tomorrow night he was going to make her sexual fantasies come true. And she trusted him to deliver on that promise.

* * *

HUNTER STOMPED INTO his room and headed for the shower. Stripping off his shoes, followed by his clothes, he stepped under the blasting water. He could still feel the full weight of Maggie’s breast in his hand. The taste of her skin lingered on his tongue and lips. Her cries as she came echoed in his mind.

It had taken every ounce of self-control and then some to walk away from her. But she deserved better than a quick, drunken encounter in a hall. That didn’t change the fact he’d rather endure a fifteen-mile march in full gear through a hailstorm than force himself to leave a naked Maggie again. If she came looking for him right now, there was no chance in hell he would send her away. He’d probably pull her into the shower, press her up against the wall and push his way inside of her.

Groaning, he let his mind run wild with images of Maggie wet and naked, whispering the same words she’d said earlier. I want you. Fast and hard.

He needed release. His body begged for it and he wouldn’t be able to think clearly until he took the edge off the sexual energy pulsing through him. Wrapping his right hand around himself, he moved up and down his erection. His mind went straight to Maggie, picturing her naked breasts, the curve of her waist, the curls between her legs.

He increased the pressure, pumping his hand faster and faster. Earlier, in the hall, she had been wet and ready for him, her body eagerly accepting his fingers inside her, her muscles tightening around him. He remembered the way her face had tensed and then relaxed as she’d come hard against his hand, and his body responded, letting go of everything he’d been resisting. Hunter cried out, tossing his head back as he came, allowing the water to run over his face.

Once he’d caught his breath, he reached for the soap and began to clean himself up. He’d taken care of his immediate need, but that didn’t change the fact that he wanted Maggie. She’d sought him out to fulfill her fantasies and now he wanted to explore some of his own. Nothing too wild or rough, but he still required her faith that he’d never hurt her. Standing under the powerful spray of warm water, he knew exactly what he had to do.

13

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Reaching one hand out from beneath her covers, Maggie felt around on the nightstand for her alarm clock and hit it over and over. The knocking continued. If this was all in her head, it was hands down the worst hangover of her life.

“Wake up, honey,” a male voice called from the hallway. “You have an interview in an hour.”

Slowly, she sat up, blinking at the light pouring in through the windows. She’d forgotten to close the curtains before she’d fallen into bed last night, drunk from too much tequila. Or maybe she’d just been in a daze from the best orgasm of her life provided by the man who refused to have sex with her.

Until tonight. Maggie smiled.

“Maggie?” Hunter called again. “I said the magic word. You have an interview.”

“I’m coming.” She moved as quickly as her still-sluggish limbs would allow, shrugging on her robe. The smell of fresh-brewed French roast hit her as soon as she opened the door and her gaze focused on the mug in his hands. “Coffee?”

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“I figured you might need a cup after last night.”

“I always need coffee in the morning.” Grateful, she took the mug and brought it to her lips. He’d added just the right amount of cream. “It’s perfect.” Maggie looked up at his smiling face. “Did you say something about interviews?”

“I took the liberty of setting up an interview with Riley.”

“Your teammate who lives around here?”

“Yes, but he has family visiting so he asked if you could Skype at nine this morning before his mother-in-law arrives.”

“Sure, Skype works.” She preferred to meet in person, but decided she’d ask for a face-to-face follow-up if she needed to speak with Riley again.

“I also set up the interviews with the guys at the base for Saturday morning.”

Maggie felt the sides of her mouth dip into a frown. “You’ve been busy.”

Hunter shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep much last night. But I still need to book the flights.”

“I’ll take care of that.” Common sense told her Hunter was simply doing his job as her liaison, but it felt an awful lot like he wanted to take charge. She’d given him control of her orgasms, not her work.