Page 162 of Resurgent

My moans barely leave my mouth before a voice too sultry to be innocent calls from the arena.

"Captain Korr?"

“Hide!”

Climbing under his desk, the only—and most cliché—hiding spot, I curl up as small as I can as Hunter pulls on a shirt, throws my discarded clothes in his backpack, and pops onto his chair, rolling in to cover me more.

“You didn’t think to give me my clothes?” I hiss.

He leans down to look at me, fully appreciating the view for far longer than he should. “Even if I had, there’d be no way to explain why your shirt is torn in half…and you look so sexy naked down there,” he winks.

“Captain, are you in here?” the voice calls again, and I’m immediately annoyed and nervous.

“Yeah, in here,” he yells back, turning on his computer screen and pretending to type.

Looking through the mirror Hunter brought in here a few weeks ago for me, I watch as Healer Payton gently pushes the door open, looking around the room before her eyes stop on Korr.

Despite the flash of irritation at the realization that she’s been in here before, it takes everything in me to stifle my laugh.

Apparently, she had come to the same conclusion I had the first time I was in here, because her hair has been dyed the exact same color as Hunter’s sister, Rory. And if that weren’t confirmation enough, she’s also wearing a sluttier version of the outfit Rory is wearing in the photo.

“Healer Payton, is there something I can help you with?” he asks, his voice back to his normally grumpy tone as she takes the chair across from him.

“I thought I heard a woman. Are the students still in the locker rooms?”

“No, they’re all cleared out. Did you need something?”

“I miss you,” she says sweetly, twirling her hair around her finger.

“What do you mean you miss me?” Hunter asks, then more to me than to her, he adds, “We've never been together.”

“That's exactly my point,” she whines, leaning forward in her chair to put her pushed up boobs on display. “Ever since you got here, it's been missed moments between us. I'm tired of this space.”

“We’re colleagues, Payton. That would be inappropriate,” he says, as if a recruit naked between his legs isn’t.

My lips break into a devious smile as I slightly adjust, my tongue licking teasingly up the underside of his veiny cock.

“It could be our little secret, no one here would ever have to know…Neither would your…girlfriend? Fiancée?”

My mouth teases his tip, each flick of my tongue followed by a light blow making his length twitch.

“Don’t,” he growls, but neither of us seems to be deterred.

“You know what—it doesn’t even matter. You can use me, pretend I’m her…”

Wrapping my hand around his base, I squeeze him hard as my mouth bobs up and down around his hard cock.

Digging his fingers into my hair, he stops me with half of his cock still in my mouth as he takes a long, centering breath.

“Listen very carefully,” he commands in a tone that leaves no room for question.

“There is only one woman for me—”

Before I know what's happening, he's shoving my head down, his cock sliding along the roof of my mouth before he pulls me back up.

“She is strong.”

Another push down, there and gone too fast for me to even need to adjust.