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Double Duty

Double duty

Shara Azod

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and

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ing or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cover Artist: Shara Azod

Editor: Stephanie Parent

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The Road to Sin

“Go work for a government contractor,” Letti had

told her. “It’s a secure job, more than most. You won’t be

cooped up in a stuffy, tiny university office. Plus with today’s

job market…”

Skylar wanted to lay the blame at her best friend

Letti’s feet; the chick was hopelessly biased in favor of work-

ing with the Marine Corps, especially since she’d married the

yummy Sergeant Ross Woodcock. However, Letti had said

work for a contractor, not go overseas—to Afghanistan of all

places—to work as a cultural advisor. That idea had been all

Skylar. As enticing as the money was, she’d had a couple of

screws loose to choose this over a nice, comfortable junior

professor position back in San Diego. The university sure as

hell would’ve been safer. Now, six months into her twelve

month contract, she was beginning to question her judgment.

Once again, as she had been for the past four of the

six months she’d been here, she was sandwiched between two

of the sexiest Marines known to mankind. Majors Marshall

and O’Shea had taken the place of a couple of First Lieuten-

ants who’d been assigned to her for the first two months on

the job. She had no idea why the change had taken place.

Asking only got her non-answers that frustrated more than

enlightened. Most of the active duty officer types were tight

lipped anyway, so she thought nothing of it. Plus, Major

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Marshall was one hell of a translator, able to slip in and out of

the dozens of dialects spoken in the region. Even though she

wasn’t an official of any branch of the government, her com-

pany worked directly with the Corps, which meant every-

where she went an entourage of Marines escorted her into the

towns and villages in the area.

While she had to admit the armored jeep in the

front and back of her bullet-proof SUV was comforting, the

two men on either side of her made her feel anything but.

And she couldn’t get away from them without a damn good

reason. Not like she could go to her on-site supervisor and re-

quest different personal escorts, who also served as translat-

ors whenever she ran into a dialect she didn’t know. She had

no reason for such a request. Telling the truth just wasn’t an

option. She could barely admit to herself the reason being

between these two for hours at a time unnerved her.

If only the sight of the powerfully built modern-day

warriors didn’t make her heart go pitter-pat whenever she

saw them, which was far too often. Even when not out in the

field, they seemed to be everywhere she was. Her constant

shadows. Sitting between them was a special kind of hell.

While the weather outside was gradually growing warmer, in-

side the backseat of the SUV she was burning, from the inside

out. It was a completely involuntary reaction, one she tried to

control but just couldn’t.

Neither man had ever done a thing to encourage

the raunchy, wicked thoughts that ran through her warped

brain. They’d never been anything less than professional,

sometimes to the extreme with the Ms. Moore shit no matter

how many times she told them to call her Skylar. Unfailingly

polite, ever solicitous, both Marines treated her with the up-

most respect, like she was an elderly woman or something. It

worked

her

last

nerve

raw.

While

she

was

bundle

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untapped, repressed sexual energy, they always appeared so

damn calm and collected. While she walked around ready to

jump the both of them, they looked at her like just another

assignment. It was so damn unfair.

Light and dark, both men were almost unbearably

handsome. Major Ashe Marshall looked like some kind of

dark angel, with midnight-black hair and beautiful sapphire

eyes. On the other hand, Major Shannon O’Shea looked

wicked with golden blonde hair and light, almost sea foam

green eyes. Both looked hard, rough as a Marine should, but

oh so divine and deliciously dangerous. They were both tall

and broad. She drove herself batty imagining what those

muscles looked like underneath the camouflage uniforms.

Skylar berated herself time and time again for her

attraction to both men; and it was quite literally both men.

She honestly couldn’t imagine having one without the other;

they’d become intertwined in her mind somehow. All of her

dreams, waking and sleeping, centered on all three of them

rolling around doing all sorts of carnal things that were prob-

ably illegal. What kind of a woman wanted two men at the

same time? Not a decent one, that’s for sure. Yet all she could

think about was being the chocolate center of a decadent

Marine dessert. Try as she might to banish such thoughts,

they kept returning with disturbing frequency. She felt like

she needed an exorcist or something to get them out of her

head.

Today was worse than any of the other trips ever

had been. Maybe it was just her imagination, but it seemed

they were sitting just a little closer than usual. She had rock-

hard thighs pressed against both legs, so not good for her

already moist panties. They of course looked as cool as ever,

rarely speaking, eyes alert on the passing scenery, such as it

was. Barren desert interspersed with patches of lush green.

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