I Heard You, Baby

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Ross was having one hell of a time talking to Ms. Morgan. She was his point of contact at the Fleet and Family Support Center. He was the Platoon Leader; he had to come to her to organize special training if they had to bring in outside help. Thanks to several young bucks unable to pass security clearances because of bad credit, he needed her to set up some Financial Planning seminars. Seemed like he always needed her to set up some kind of GMT or another.

Okay, so what if he was just looking for excuses to be confined alone with her in her tiny office where he had no choice but to breath in her light floral perfume, hoping some of it might settle into his uniform so he could smell her all day. And there was no way in hell he was ever going to admit that her bitchy little attitude every time she saw him coming got him hard as stone. There was no way she could have known that the worse she treated him, the more he wanted to bend her over and give her what she probably didn't even realize she was begging for.

Maybe he was odd, but a woman he wanted like he wanted to wake up the next day treating him like crap only served to increase his interest. It was a challenge. The woman was daring him to prove he was man enough for her.

But maybe that wasn't what she was doing at all. Shit, he really didn't know, hence his problem. A single woman working on a base full of virile Marines had to get hit on at least a hundred times a day–Especially one that look like her. The woman had curves that would make a blind man cry. Her skin was the color of a creamy chocolate bar, smooth and even. He wanted to see if it looked the same everywhere. Hell, he needed to see it. The woman was driving him insane. He had to use his most intense combat training not to give anything away. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her off.

If only he knew of a way to break the ice.

"Sergeant, were you listening to a word I said?"

Ross snapped to before he could stop himself, sitting ramrod straight as if the C.O. had just issued a command.

"Uh, sorry?"

There went the eye roll thing again. Maybe she just thought he was a rock head. Probably, given that look designed to piss him off and turn him on at the same time.

"I asked whether or not you had an in house Financial Planning person." Oh, if she only knew using that sassy little tone was just like using the flat of her tongue on the underside of his dick. Yeah, baby. Talk to Daddy just like that.

"Uh, that would be me." He gave her his most devilish grin. Fuck it, it was time to put all pretense aside. If something didn't give soon, he might blurt out the wrong thing at the wrong time and really be up shit creek.