EXTRA XIII. BETTER ONE THAN BOTH
BEOF
Her footsteps echoed down the antechamber. I heard muffled thuds, cries—was she hitting them?
My brain was struggling to process everything. Debating whether to intervene or not, I wasn’t even sure what the hell had just happened here.
I had gone from arousal to disappointment, then back to arousal, only to be thrown into utter shock. I had no idea how my soldier was still standing at attention.
I leaned forward, trying to pull my pants up over my thighs—at least enough to face the situati