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military ID, Evan slipped it into the kiosk and gasped out a request for a king. The computer voice informed him they had room twelve, and he pushed off the wall and headed for the stairs, his mind evaluating every surface for a possible place to deliver the first thrust of his now uncovered cock.
    Fortunately, enough of his mind was still functioning to nix that idea. As appealing as the stairs were — or the banister or the carpeted floor — he intended to avoid arrest on a public decency charge and a premature end to the night.
    His ID opened the lodge door, and Evan pitched the bit of plastic ahead of him. He kicked the door shut as Zondra pushed his jeans away and the lights came up automatically. They came aground on a bureau that was a comfortable height, and Evan thrust inside her body. He fisted his left hand in her hair and positioned her hip with the other. She screamed in delight, her head falling back, giving him access to that clove-and-musk perfume.
    As promised, it was a rough fuck. Evan pistoned his hips, his body slapping hard against hers. Evan nipped and suckled at her throat, moaning at the spice in his mouth. His tongue tingled as if she had actually used clove as a perfume.
    Her body climaxed around his, and her scream echoed off the walls. Evan went into overdrive, pounding hard, his cum jetting into her in a long, steady stream.
    Her scent surrounded him, enticing him. Evan didn’t question it. He went to work on his shirt, and Zondra stared up at him, licking her lips.
    She was still dressed, and that was unacceptable. His mind processed that she was naked beneath the skirt, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her delectable body; Evan had to see it.
    He dragged his shirt off and dropped it to the floor, easing out of her body. “Get undressed,” he ordered.
    His move to dispose of his jeans ended on the sobering sight of her blood on his cock. A glance at her slit confirmed it. Virginal. By the stars! They hadn’t discussed anything. They hadn’t even discussed...
    “I’m on STD block,” he blurted out. But not pregnancy block. He didn’t like what the drug did to him, the lessening of his aggressive work ethic.
    “Good.” She didn’t pause in her disrobing. Zondra slipped the cropped sweater over her head and tossed it away.
    Evan’s mouth went dry at the sight of her erect nipples, and he had to force his unresponsive brain to string thoughts together. Her breasts were larger than his hands—but not by much—soft, responsive, and tight to her body. “But you’re not —”
    “I can’t, Duncan.” Her short skirt disappeared, leaving her clad only in the come-fuck-me heels and dark sunglasses.
    “Can’t —”
    Zondra wrapped herself around Evan, nipping at his chest, scattering the last of his thinking mind. “Can’t have a child. It’s... medical.” She stroked up and down, surrounding him in her scent.
    Ordinarily he would have suspected she was a fuck machine looking for the benefits carrying a military man’s child would get her. Something told him that wasn’t the case. She was telling the truth. Zondra really couldn’t carry a child.
    He wondered when she’d learned she was sterile. The certainty that it had been a recent discovery and this was her rebellion shot a rare shaft of guilt through him.
    Why do I care? He suspected his overactive protective instincts were kicking in again, but they’d never kicked in for something like this before. Usually they pushed him to protect a woman from physical harm, as he had with Reynolds in the bar.
    I’ve never been in this situation before. How can I know how I —
    The pain in his shoulder roused him from dark thoughts and fired his anger. She’d bitten him. What the hell was she —
    He stared at the wraparound dark glasses, the clues clicking into place. She didn’t fight him when he removed them, though she squeezed her eyes shut to the light.
    “Twenty percent light,” she ordered the room.
    The lights