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sprang to mind.
    Oh dear. She’d better find her vibrator and she’d better do it quick. Blowing out a quick breath, she grabbed her suitcase and entered the bedroom. It was similarly decorated as the other room except with a huge king-size bed and a cabinet against one wall. Flinging the suitcase onto the bed, her thoughts immediately strayed to the erotic way Colter had looked at her in the foyer. So much pent-up passion waiting to be unleashed. So much lust raging in his eyes. Lust she knew all too well. Lust she’d never been able to forget.
    But there was something different about him now. No trace of the laughter or gentleness she remembered. That sexy five o’clock soldier shadow he’d worn on his handsome face was gone in favor of a hot, clean, business look. Her pussy quivered and creamed harder as she remembered how wide and muscular his shoulders had felt beneath her searching fingertips all those years ago. How hard and powerful his thighs had felt against her soft flesh as he’d slammed his hips against hers, fucking her, thrusting his gorgeously long cock into her over and over again.
    God! She couldn’t go out there meeting Colter for drinks and tell him his identity was safe with her with her pussy all sopping wet and bothered. She needed relief, for heaven’s sake. Relief first, and then later, to take the lusty edge off, she would take some medication. Then she’d be okay to meet with him. She hoped. She unzipped her suitcase and her trembling fingertips fell upon her makeup bag. A warm, fuzzy feeling slammed into her as she opened it and touched the long, slender plastic item she used on a daily basis to bring herself relief. A nice, hot shower would be the perfect atmosphere to shake off her lust and to fantasize about what life could have been like with Colter Outlaw.
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    From the window of the quaint cottage Colter had managed to get himself assigned to he watched anxiously as Ashley’s big bodyguard walked the beautiful pleasure slave named Reena past his building toward Ashley’s little cottage with the white picket fence.
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    Jan Springer
    “She’s a gorgeous creature,” Blade whispered from beside him. “I wouldn’t mind being alone with her for a few months. I could probably teach her a few new tricks she hasn’t been taught yet.”
    “Just make sure the bodyguard disappears. He can ID me,” Colter said to the S.K.U.L.L. member. Blade was an excellent gynecologist and had always been a solid, dependable backup. His devilish good looks, wavy blond hair and chocolate-colored eyes, however, were a detriment. His looks got him too much attention and that’s why S.K.U.L.L. usually made him work behind the scenes, never giving him the juicy assignments he craved, such as the one Colter had just been given.
    “Who is that guy anyway? He looks familiar. Like I’ve seen him somewhere before.”
    “Let’s just get him out of the way, shall we?” Although Blade had only seen the bodyguard once and at a distance, he’d figure out soon enough why the man looked familiar. And when he did, all hell would break loose.
    “Okay, but the slave will have to disappear too. Can’t leave behind any witnesses saying the man you wanted removed was actually kidnapped,” Blade whispered, a wide grin on his face.
    Colter knew that once the S.K.U.L.L. team members had her in their possession they would probably see if the pleasure slave would be receptive to them. They wouldn’t force her, but they wouldn’t leave her in peace either.
    “Just make sure the boys don’t harm her. She’s too young to be in a place like this.”
    “She’s a pleasure slave, Colter. She probably doesn’t even remember her life before being one. If her training was effective, she probably needs sex on a continuous basis just to keep herself from going mad. And if she’s with the Resistance as rumored, then she’s probably forgotten about them too. But we can try to debrief her and see what we can come up