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“Yeah,” he grunted and lifted my shirt.

I raised my hands into the air, allowing him to take it all the way off. Standing in front of him with bare breasts, I wondered if I was making a bad decision. But then lust took over and I didn’t care anymore.

While I didn’t get my story in Afghanistan, at least I’d have something to remember…

He bent his head to lick one nipple before moving to the other. As he explored my naked flesh with his tongue, I undid his pants.

What a marvelous sight awaited me there…

I fondled him while we kissed, amazed at his size. He stepped back and lifted his shirt, exposing his rock-hard chest and abs. I leaned forward and kissed his skin.

He took his pants off the rest of the way, and I did the same with mine. We were soon standing in front of each other, naked. My eyes lowered, scanning his body and enjoying what I saw before we resumed our passionate kiss.

I loved the way he made my body feel as his tongue moved against mine.

Time became irrelevant. All that existed in that moment was him and me, our bodies preparing to blissfully lock together.

He moved forward as we kissed, guiding me toward the bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress, looking up at him, enamored by his magical blue eyes. He grinned and lowered himself to his knees in front of me.

As he went down on me, I closed my eyes and threw my head back, not believing how good it felt to have him kissing, licking, sucking, and fingering my sensitive flesh. Blood rushed between my legs as a familiar tingle spread through my body.

I hadn’t been with a man in so long that I forgot for a moment or two that I was in Afghanistan with a war going on outside.

“Do it,” I begged. “Hard.”

He looked up from between my legs and stood, his huge length swinging back and forth in front of him. I watched, enthralled, as he put on a condom.

I wasn’t sure if it was the fact we weren’t supposed to be doing this or the fact I was in a strange country that turned me on so much. Either way, I felt like nothing I had ever experienced before compared to this, and we hadn’t even officially started yet.

Warren stepped forward and lifted my legs. Our eyes met as he rubbed his tip over my wetness before sliding in. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned.

When I reopened my eyes, I saw that his hungry expression had turned to one of surprise at the sound of an explosion outside.

“What the hell?” I gasped.

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nbsp; He dropped my legs and spun around. “Fuck.”

I jumped up. “Are we under attack?”

“I don’t know,” Warren said, slipping his underwear back on.

As we dressed, a second explosion sounded from the same direction.

“That sounds like it’s inside the camp,” Warren said. “Stay here.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I said, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping.

He flung the door open and bolted outside.

I ran to the window and peeked out. Flames had risen into the air about five hundred feet away, near the wall surrounding the Savage base.

Hurriedly, I shut the door and locked it. Eyeing my suitcase and bags beside the door, I wondered if I would ever get back to New York.

Leaving early no longer sounded like a bad idea. Story be damned.

But then the thought of not making it hit me hard. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself.