Chapter 5

Either the man was completely without a clue, or he was so straight he had a corncob up his butt.

If he gave me the least indication, I would have relished replacing that corncob with my cock. In spite of his abrasive personality, Captain Edward Carlyle had one fine ass.

And just because I liked women and mostly dated them didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate it

“Come on, Dominick,” he said, swinging his feet off the desk and rising to stretch any kinks that might have taken up residence in his back. He turned and stooped to retrieve his gear. “Time to get ready for our mission.” He started for the door.

It was probably just as well he missed the look I gave the firmly curved part of his anatomy that flowed from his lower back to the long muscles of his thighs. It was mostly habit on my part anyway and meant nothing.

“Have you got your cards?”

“Yes.”