A Marine's Conflict by Jax Meyer & Elle Armstrong

Author:Jax Meyer & Elle Armstrong
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-07-07T22:00:00+00:00

Mags’ birthday a month later was a far more low-key event, which was fine with her. Her birthday, and the Marine Corps’, landed on Monday, so the Marine Corps Ball was scheduled for the Saturday before. For the first time Mags wished there was a way to bring a date, passing Lane off as just a friend, but the risk was far too great.

Lane was incredibly understanding when Mags explained the situation, though they hadn’t spent a Saturday night apart in months.

Mags stayed at the ball until the ceremony was complete and the party started. Then she made her escape, catching a glimpse of Rodriguez and Warren as they snuck into the parking lot ahead of her. Mags suppressed a smirk, wondering if they were looking forward to an evening similar to hers.

It was late by the time Mags arrived at Lane’s apartment. She knocked softly and didn’t have to wait long for Lane to open the door in her robe. Mags raised an eyebrow, but Lane was too busy looking her up and down to notice.

Mags cleared her throat. “Can I come in?”

“God yes,” Lane answered in a rush and stepped aside. “You look…dashing.”

Mags stood a bit taller and flashed a roguish grin. “Dashing, huh? I’ll take it.” Mags eased her extra glossy Corfram shoes off, careful to avoid any scuffs, and removed her dress socks. Then she started opening her first button on the dress blues jacket, but Lane covered her hands.

“Let me. I’ve been waiting for this since the day we met.”

Mags dropped her hands and watched as Lane undid each button with such care it took Mags’ breath away. She shrugged out of her uniform coat and let Lane hang it up. When she returned, Lane removed the tie tabs, then set to work on her blouse buttons, just as carefully, her hands resting on Mags’ chest.

Mags trembled in anticipation as her blouse fell from her shoulders, leaving her standing in an undershirt and slacks. She was so ready to move this forward, but she couldn’t take the experience away from Lane.

Lane repeated her actions with her trousers, which she handled like precious cargo, hanging them up to avoid creases. Mags fell a bit more for Lane as she handled the uniform with respect and care.

Mags removed her watch, a gift from Lane earlier in the day. The black metal band and black face were elegant but low key enough to wear with both her dress and utility uniform. The gift was thoughtful and touching, bordering on too much.

Now that Mags was naked, Lane asked, “Are you ready for your final present?”

“More than ready,” Mags answered, her voice dry. Lane opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Mags’ pulse spiked as she took in Lane’s new red lingerie, highlighting every one of her enticing curves.

Mags stepped to Lane and ran her hands along the silky lace, enjoying the way Lane’s body reacted to her touch. Raised flesh, tremoring muscles, and hardening nipples made Mags’ body pulse with need.

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