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Jane snarled, fighting Karryl’s hold, but it was no good. He held her easily, absorbing her struggles with his larger body. His larger, very hard, very…aroused body. The thick bar of his c**k pressed into her stomach, making her knees weak and her resolve waver.
Oh, screw him. He wanted a kiss, so she’d give him a damn kiss. Then she’d walk away, feathers totally unruffled and show him just who had control of this situation.
Rising on her toes as much as his grip would allow, she pressed her lips to his and kissed him hard, taking no prisoners. There, she could do this… She could so do this. Who did he think he was messing with? Some wet-behind-the-ears young girl with a crush? Hell no, she was a battle-hardened marine, a mature woman who knew exactly what she wanted, when she wanted
