At Your Command
Eighteen months ago
MARINE CORPS CAPTAIN Zachariah Clark was so tuckered out he could barely put on his uniform, much less speed up the process.
But, oh, man, what a way to go.
He had only five hours until he had to report for duty at the training base in Quantico, Virginia—forty miles away. Against city traffic. Through the mushy dregs of the snowstorm that had blanketed Washington, D.C. He should be kickin' his ass into gear and bookin' it out of this hotel.
But as he tied off his boots, all he could think about was the naked woman in the shower, singing a bluesy rendition of "Too Darn Hot" that danced against his eardrums like a seductive whisper and heated his groin like the touch of a slow, firm hand.
"Keep dressin', Clarksie," he chided himself as he carefully buttoned the fly of his camouflage pants.
After nearly a week in this room with Becky Owens, he thought he would have gotten the woman out of his system. He'd already had her six ways to Sunday, and she'd had him back.
Enough, man! Duty calls.
But she was in there.
Naked. Absolutely his favorite version of the Beckster. He'd seen her in every role from buttoned-up exec in a chaste gray sui ... read full excerpt from: At Your Command ebook
