P.S.............

Declan

Opening the box, I realize for the first time in a long time that I'm excited about something. It's not that I'm unhappy with my life or myself, it's just that my life is somewhat predictable and planned out. It just so happens that Amber's letter is the first thing that has shaken me up in quite some time.

I've read and reread her first letter over and over. It's worn from all the times I've held it, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't mean a lot to me.

Inside the box is a small envelope with my name written on it. It's in her perfect handwriting, and I pick up the rectangle of paper, running my fingers over my name. Something about seeing it written by her makes me feel something I can't describe. It's like a closeness to her, which I didn't expect from a perfect stranger.

Under the letter is a sealed box, and I pull it out and open it. The smell of chocolate invades my senses and makes my mouth water. I turn around and look over my shoulder to make sure no one else is anywhere near so that I've got all these babies to myself. I should probably share, but I find myself wanting everything to do with Katie to stay close to me.

I grab a cookie and pop it into my mouth while I grab the box and letter and walk over to my desk. The delicious treat melts in my mouth, and I moan loudly at the sweet taste. Sitting down at the desk, I realize my cock is hard as a rock. From eating a fucking cookie.

Goddamn, she better be single, because I've never seen the woman and I want to marry her. She got my cock hard with a box of cookies. I can't begin to imagine the possibilities.

Carefully, I open her letter, pull out the paper, and read it. I can feel my face nearly break in two at her opening words, already feeling close to her.

I try not to rush, taking my time and savoring every word. When I get to the line when she says she's single, I literally pump my fist in the air.

"Fuck yeah!" I shout into the empty room.

She says there's a picture included, and I search the envelope for it.

"Holy shit." I almost drop the picture. The smoking-hot redhead looking back at me cannot possibly be real. She's a fucking knockout. I walk over to my door and lock it before returning to my desk. It's not twenty seconds from the time I see her picture to when I'm sitting at my desk and stroking my cock. I look into her eyes while I fist myself up and down, squeezing tight as I look at her rosy cheeks and picture her under me. The small hint of cleavage at the top of her cardigan makes it all the sexier. Just that tiny bit makes me crave her even more as I imagine tasting her there.

I grunt out my orgasm, and cum runs down my cock and over the knuckles of my clenched fist. I've made a mess of myself, and I can't be bothered to care. She's so fucking gorgeous, I had no choice. I had to beat off so I could think straight. And even now, just seconds after cumming, I'm still hard as a rock and wanting to go again.

"Letter. I need to write a letter." I give myself a pep talk as I clean up and try to come back down to earth. Goddamn, that was intense.

Sitting back down at my desk, I read Amber's letter about a dozen more times as I eat her cookies. I'm making myself sick with how fast I'm eating them, but I can't make myself stop. I know I'll regret it when they're gone, but right now they're amazing and I won't quit.

Once I know what I'm going to say, I start writing.

Dear Ames,

I've heard the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so I'm just going to go ahead and send it to you in this letter. Your cookies are fantastic! How do you not own your own bakery? I've eaten almost all of them and the box arrived about ten minutes ago. I should be ashamed of that, but I'm not. Thank you for sending them. You have no idea what they did to me.

As for this little picture you sent me, I'm having a hard time making you out clearly. Do you think you could send me a few more? Maybe my eyesight has been affected by the incredible beauty looking back at me, but I could be mistaken. I'll need at least five more pictures of you to compare. For science.

But in all seriousness. You're gorgeous, and I'm supremely glad you're single. I'd hate to have to take out the competition.

I've included two pics of me. One from combat out in the desert next to a tank, and the other is my military picture taken of me in my dress blues. The Marine Corps ball is held every year on the Marine Corps birthday, and if you're home you're required to attend. I've always just gone alone, but I guarantee with you on my arm, there would be a scene.

I don't have a lot of free time, but when I do have it I work out and try to sleep. We all take long watches that go through the night, so when I've got time, I try to rest up and keep my body in shape. I'm more obsessed about it now because I'm on active duty, but I have a feeling if I was home, I might be spending my time sitting outside your kitchen window, begging for scraps.

When I'm on watch, I spend a lot of time thinking. And to be honest, I've spent a good portion of that time lately thinking of you. I don't know what it says about me to admit that, but for some reason it feels like I want to tell you everything that pops into my head.

I think you'd be an adorable little mama to a puppy, but I think you'll need someone to be the heavy if you can't do it. Wonder where you could find such a man...

Now, let's get to know one another...tell me everything.

Decs

And I didn't forget the PS. Just not sure you're ready to read it yet.

PS...