Duty(75)

“Daddy, what does hallowed mean?” Lance asks, interrupting us. Cassie is sitting on one of the benches, content to watch the parade practice, but Lance has been working on his reading, and he’s doing an amazing job, in my opinion.

“It means very, very special,” I tell him. Lance nods and goes back to reading quotes from MacArthur's speech. Lindsey gives me a look, and I nod. “I made my decision.”

“And?” Lindsey asks, still hugging me. “Admit it, Captain Simpson. You loved being a company commander.”

“I did. But, well, Mac here kinda helped me make up my mind.”

Lindsey quirks her head and looks back at the bronze statue of MacArthur, then at me. “Huh?”

“Duty, Honor, Country,” I say, pointing out the words that were etched deep in my heart years ago. “I always wondered, even as a plebe, why they chose the order they did for those three words. Maybe they rolled off the tongue better that way, but I didn't think that was it. Eventually, I decided . . . it's a ranking order. Duty's the most important thing, even more than Honor, and both are a hell of a lot more important than Country. And my duty, first and foremost, is to you and Lance and Cassie. You guys backed me for long enough. So, no more weekends away, no more leaving the house before Cassie's even awake enough to do more than grumble and turn over.”

Lindsey hums and squeezes me tighter. “It'll be nice to not have to sleep by myself anymore.”

“You're not upset?” I ask. “The benefits are a lot worse on a GS system than a military system. And I don't exactly have a job lined up.”

Lindsey smiles, shaking her head. “You know I'm your support. I've been that way for how many years now?”

“AG to the end,” I tease, enjoying the old joke. “Always have been, always will be.”

“And so I'm going to support you now, too. Relax, take a few months to grow your hair out and have lots of Daddy time, and then . . . well, I happen to know a few folks who might have some slots open in the GS or the contractors that a combat-tested, former company commander Captain could be perfect for. Silver Star not required, but it makes for a hell of a leg up on the application,” Lindsey says. My Lindsey, always there for me, never getting the credit she's deserved, the woman who gave me the reason to become the man I am today and has been all I could ever dream of. My angel.

“Sounds like we might want to make a few calls then,” I muse, hugging my wife. “Though tonight after dinner, my whole focus is on you.”

Lindsey hums, and we take Lance by the hand, watching as the drum beats out the rest of parade practice, telling me about the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps. Am I going to miss it? Sure. But I have something more important to take care of now. I have a higher duty.

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Mr. CEO





By Lauren Landish & Willow Winters





Coming ~Nov 16th! Read the prologue below.





Logan



She thinks I don’t know what she’s been doing.

My Rose.

She’s been teasing me. Taunting me with those swaying hips and short skirts. Making my dick so hard it f*cking hurts.

I can’t take it anymore.

“Bend over.” I give her the simple command and hold her heated gaze. She’s a rebel at heart. She has no reason to obey me unless she wants to. And I f*cking know she wants to. She wants me. Just as much as I want her.

Her lips pull into a sexy smirk as her hands slowly fall onto the desk and she spreads her legs slightly before bending over. My dick instantly hardens in my pants. She looks over her shoulder with nothing but lust on her face.

“Like this?” she asks in a soft sweet voice feigning innocence. She’s not innocent at all in this. She practically begged for it.

Her skirt’s slipped up past her upper thigh and I can see her garter belt and the beautiful curve of her ass. I lower myself to the floor behind her. That’s what she does to me. She makes me fall to my knees.

“Just like that,” I gentle my hands on her thighs.

I inch my fingers up, playing with the thin, black straps. The tips of my fingers play along her thighs leaving goosebumps in their path.

I brush along her panty line and I’m rewarded with a soft moan spilling from her plump lips. “You like that, Rose?” I ask her as I hook my fingers around her lace thong.

I keep my eyes on hers as I slowly pull the thin lace thong down to the floor. Her mouth parts slightly and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop me. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t give in to the temptation and make this more complicated. But I’m a selfish man and I want her.

I repress a groan as she slowly steps out of her thong and widens her stance for me.

“Yes, sir,” she breathes her words laced with desire, “I do.” I can’t help the asymmetric grin that pulls at my lips. I splay my hand on her lower back, just above those cute little dimples and push her down.

She’s spread and bared to me, glistening with arousal.

“I wanna taste you,” I say against her hot * before taking a languid lick. Her legs tremble in her high-as-f*ck black leather heels and for a second I worry she won’t be able to maintain her balance in them. But I wanna f*ck her in them. Just like this, this is exactly how I want her. I’ve dreamed of this every day since the day I laid eyes on her.