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so?” His fingertips brushed across my belt, then tugged me closer.
    Walking my fingers down his tie, his shirt buttons, his jacket, I found his cock, and he was impossibly hard. “Affirmative.”
    I palmed him with rough strokes, the feel of him so fulfilling in my hand, no matter how damned I was for giving in.
    When he sighed against my shoulder, “Nathaniel Rice,” I relinquished him.
    Now I had a name, one I could curse at will, sparing a few choice swears for myself. “Landowner.”
    “Yeah.”
    Great. His surname denotes him as a spoiled, living-the-high-life Company exec from a privileged background.
    The reports and maps gathered up, I not-so-gently knocked past him.
    Calculation quirked the side of his mouth. “You’re wonderin’ if this is the real me. Or am I the man who had your delicious cock down my throat”—he stopped to look at his heavy gold watch—“four hours ago.”
    “I’m wondering how long I have to deal with this bullshit before I can brief my troops. Oh, and I gotta feed my goldfish. Let’s get this straight, Blondie—”
    “Blondie?”
    “That’s an insult, not a pet name.”
    His eyebrow arched.
    “You’re an assignment, not an assignation. Soon as I get your pretty-boy ass through the Wilderness and deliver you to the Outpost, you’re no more than a stain to spit shine off my boots.”
    He slinked forward, invading my space. I feinted left and he blocked me with his forearm to the wall, backing me into a corner. That shit made my blood boil. I could chop my hand down, probably break a bone or two in the process. I was contemplating the smarts of that move when the bastard brought his palm to my neck, his fingers dipping in to the throbbing pulse, measuring how much he affected me.
    “Yeah. What if I’m on the Executive Committee, huh, Caspar? You wanna know if I was takin’ names and faces at the Amphitheater? That’s what got your heart pounding?”
    “You got it. Congrats. You win a furlough with me.”
    “Maybe you’re still thinkin’ about how much you want to slide that gorgeous cock of yours into my ass?” He lifted his hands, halting when he realized his hair was tethered back. He settled for pulling the ends of his ponytail, the one I wanted coiled around my fist when I yanked his head back for my kiss while I fucked him slow and deep from behind.
    “Or maybe you wanna rush off to report me.”
    I sent him an evil grin. “Thought had crossed my mind.”
    “Good. Don’t trust anyone.”
    “Double that.”
    Mutual distrust, a nice little bed warmer.
    He had me turtle-up. My hard shell cracked when I thought about his words, his mouth, his tongue. I cranked down on those memories, filed ’em away in a lockbox stored in a safe, hidden inside meter-thick vault walls.
    “You’re gonna need to spiff down before I take you anywhere,” I said.
    His smile broadcast across his face, playing up some serious dimples. Bet he had a matched pair on his ass. That smile made a massive misinterpretation of my words, filling me with a before I take you out on a date kind of vibe.
    I headed out in front of Blondie because (a) it was impossible to hide my hard-on and (b) having a front-row view of his ass in those perfectly tailored slacks wouldn’t help. At fucking all.
    Great way to inaugurate the rebellion. Getting screwed from the inside out.
    Not if I turn him in first.
    I clicked right, toward Corps Command.
    A hand clasped my shoulder, making me blow my wad because one more suggestive comment in his southern c’mon, boy voice, I was gonna fuck him until he couldn’t walk anymore, or I was gonna pull my Glock out and—
    Jesus Goddamn Christ. I saw why Blondie had stopped me. Dead in front of me stood Leon.
    Stood was a poor choice of words, but it was Leon all right. Looking one hundred and eighty degrees different from the last time I’d seen him.
    Held up between two military police, his hands were cuffed behind him, his shoulder stretched back. His face was