Page 95 of Mr. Charming

I watched, enthralled, as he wrapped a condom over it.

This is it. He’s going to fuck me.

The thought turned me on so much. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact we weren’t supposed to be doing what we were about to do or the fact I was in a strange country, but something was different.

None of the other men who fucked me compared to Cooper, and he hadn’t even pushed it in me yet. I expected great things – like a mind-blowing orgasm in Afghanistan.

He stepped forward and lifted my legs. Our eyes met as he rubbed the tip of his cock over my wet pussy before putting it in. I squinted my eyes and moaned.

HIs look of hunger turned to surprise at the sound of an explosion outside.

“What the hell?” I asked.

He dropped my legs and spun around.

“Fuck.”

“Are we under attack?” I asked, standing up.

“I don’t know,” he said as he slipped his underwear on.

As we dressed, I heard a second explosion outside from the same direction.

“That sounds like it’s inside the camp,” he said. “Stay here.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I said, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping.

He flung the door open and bolted outside. I ran over and peeked outside. Flames rose into the air about five hundred feet away, near the wall surrounding the base.

I shut the door and locked it, wondering what the hell I should do. My suitcase and bag were sitting next to the door. Would I ever get back to New York? The idea wasn’t sounding so bad now.

The thought of not making it hit me hard as I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. As a journalist, I wanted to find out what the hell had happened.

After opening the door, I stepped outside. No other explosions had occurred. Was it a car bomb? An RPG? Something else? I saw men running toward the blaze.

Before I decided to follow them, Tony Roth ran up.

“We need to go,” he said. “Are you packed?”

“Now? Seriously?”

“Captain Jeffries wants you out of here right now.”

“This is bullshit,” I said, nodding to the flames. “What the hell happened?”

“That’s on a need-to-know basis, and you don’t need to know. Can I help with your bags?”

“I’m not leaving,” I said, defiantly crossing my arms over my chest.

“If you don’t, Cooper will be in even more trouble.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s on a need-to-know basis too, and…”

“Let me guess,” I interrupted. “You don’t think I need to know.”

“It’s not my call,” he said. “Are you coming, or do I need to call the MPs?”