Against the Ropes by Jeanette Murray

Author:Jeanette Murray [Murray, Jeanette]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2015-08-31T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

16

Reagan knocked on the final door, closing her eyes for a moment and praying the inhabitant answered while wearing pants.

The door cracked, and a young Marine poked his head out. “Hey, Ms. Robilard.”

“Hi, Jonathan.” She smiled. “Everything okay? You have everything you need for tomorrow?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned, but didn’t open the door wider. For that, she was grateful. “You doing bed checks? Coach Ace was already by like half an hour ago.”

She held up the clipboard. “Just part of the service here with the Marine Corps boxing team. I’m in 112 if you need anything.”

He nodded, then closed the door quietly. She made a check mark next to his name, then started walking back down the hallway. Counting with her pen, moving down her list, she did her best to estimate how long it would take to do a wakeup visit to everyone in the morning. If they had to be up by six thirty, then she’d need to start at—

She didn’t have time to shriek as an arm whipped out from seemingly nowhere and yanked her into a room before shutting the door. She gathered enough oxygen to gasp, but not shout. A hand covered her mouth and she started to bite down . . . until she recognized the scent. Then her eyes adjusted to the dark room, and she identified the outline of the man pressed against her.

“Meph?” she managed to get out.

The dark figure chuckled. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t want you to sound the alarm before you realized it was me.” His hand dropped away, smoothed over her frazzled hair and down to cover her still-frantic heartbeat. “Easy now.”

She took a deep breath in and out, then repeated the gesture until she felt confident she wouldn’t vomit or pass out. When her arms felt strong enough, she punched Greg’s biceps as hard as she could with her left hand.

Given how he laughed, it felt more like swatting at a fly to him. Damn the man.

“You suck so bad,” she bit out, then tried to bend down to grab the clipboard she’d dropped. But he wouldn’t let her budge. “Greg, stop. I have to get back to my room.”

“You will . . . eventually.”

“Greg,” she protested, but stopped trying to fight when he kissed her. She couldn’t think when he did things like that to her mouth. He played with her tongue, traced the edge of her teeth, swallowed her little moans and gasps of pleasure as his hands cruised up and down her body.

“Greg,” she finally managed to gasp as his lips worked their way from her mouth to just below her earlobe. “Greg, we can’t. We’re here for work.”

“I’m not working right now. Are you?”

She kicked at her clipboard, barely nudging it an inch. “I should be.”

“You know what I love about you and your obsession with heels?” he asked, completely ignoring her protests. “They put you right at the best possible height to kiss.”

“Which was my intention, of course,” she said dryly, biting back a moan while he sucked on her earlobe.

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