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Hugh spent longer than usual in the shower but he was tired and stressed. It had been very rough days since the general had summoned him to Scotland.
He was a man who thrived on tension, and not dealing well with it, annoyed him. Ordinarily, he could take even worse and longer periods in stride, accustomed as he was to unreasonable hours and demands as a sniper.
Not this time.
Not with her life on the line. And not with his desire running so rampant. After that little session in the restaurant, his poor c**k had petrified into a permanent erection. And even the hot water and steam weren’t drawing out the tension in his body.
He shut his eyes, focusing on the water sluicing over his head and body, but soon his mind was back to Anneliese.
With a curse, he shut the water and stepped
