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    prominent and uncomfortable. From the brief exchange he’d had with
    Kel as they changed commander shifts he gathered that the night had
    been highly satisfying. Given her lissome body and those full breasts,
    Jake felt a powerful physical attraction to Peyton Valmont, but he
    really wasn’t one to just casually take any female to bed for the sheer
    relief of it. Intelligence and personality mattered to him and he knew
    Kel felt the same way, if not more so. Their tastes were similar
    enough they were often attracted to the same female.
    Like now, they often shared the same female. Jake clarified, “To
    the bed.”
    Her gaze flickered across his bare chest—and not for the first time
    during their conversation either. “That’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?”
    “Maybe so.” He gazed into her eyes, hoping she’d register his
    sincerity. “But if you ever think Kel or I would either of us force you,
    you’d be mistaken, Peyton. There is nothing remotely sexy or
    gratifying about an unwilling partner. I think you’re beautiful, and
    I’m more than curious to find out if the daring you exhibited when
    you initiated one of the most courageous missions I’ve ever heard of
    translates to sex, but only if you find me attractive also.”
    There was faint pink in her cheeks and she said nothing for a
    moment, but then she nodded. “I’m going to venture a guess and say
    most females do, don’t they, Colonel?”
    He grinned. “Call me Jake when we’re together here and save my
    rank for when you’re back on active duty.”
    “You’re nothing like Commander Gallico.” Her lush lashes
    lowered a fraction.
    Jake stood. “Did you expect me to be?”

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    As predicted, her gaze flew to the prominent tent in his loosefitting pants. “Well,” she said dryly, “you’re alike in one way
    apparently.”
    With a smothered laugh, he outstretched his hand. “If there’s
    going to be a running comparison I need to warn you our styles are
    somewhat different. Kel likes to be dominant in bed. I’m a bit more
    flexible. If a female wants to take charge, that’s fine with me.”
    Peyton looked startled but put her slim fingers in his. “How would
    you know what he’s like?”
    So the unconscious air of innocence Lieutenant Valmont exuded
    was genuine. To his surprise, Jake found the lack of sophistication a
    turn-on. “Most males find watching arousing, even if it is a female
    with someone else. Kel and I sometimes take a female to bed at the
    same time.”
    She said nothing, but something flickered in her eyes. It was brief,
    but he didn’t miss the flare of excitement.
    “Intrigued?” Jake stepped around the table and tugged until she
    was closer, sliding his arms around her. He brushed her temple with
    his mouth. “We’ll show you sometime if you’d like.”
    “I never said—” She started to protest, blushing. He could feel the
    increased heat from her skin.
    “But for now,” he interrupted, “it’s just you and me.”
    His lips drifted across the graceful curve of her cheekbone, lower,
    until he found her mouth. The kiss was long and slow, a journey of
    discovery. She tasted of sweet wine and the soft contours of her body
    fitted against him as she pressed closer and her hands came up and
    slid into his hair.
    Exactly . Just like that…
    He cupped her ass and rocked his erection against her, the
    throbbing in his cock increasing. Tongues brushed, breath mingled,
    and he stifled a groan as she moaned into his mouth. They’d been out
    too long on this mission, he thought in a haze of need. He was going
    to have to exert control, which usually wasn’t a problem but he had a

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    feeling it might be this time. Peyton Valmont was one of those
    fascinating females who could hold their own with males
    professionally and yet everything about her was intrinsically feminine
    and alluring.
    Subtly he eased down her gown—which wasn’t difficult because
    it was

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