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copies.”
    Giovanni sat there—with a hard-on, courtesy of her sultry bedroom voice—and watched her manoeuvre the one hundred and seventy-two foot wide bomber up in the air, smooth as glass.
    “Nicely done, Dusti,” a voice Giovanni recognised as Keel’s stated.
    “Thanks, Keel. Man, I’ve missed this.”
    Her voice was full of pleasure and she made that sexy little rumble in the back of her throat, the same as she’d done in his hotel room. His cock throbbed uncomfortably.
    Forcing his attention to his own job, he and the rest of the squadron took to the air. The adrenaline hit him and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. As his jet burst through the clouds and he was presented with the pure blue of the sky, things felt right again in his world.
    Most people never get to see the world like this. Higher and higher, they pushed until they reached the stratosphere. Here’s to you, Sidewinder. Here’s to you.
    Orders came into the cockpit and, with a grin at Lizard, who would assume the role of mission commander if they ever got called out, he put his game face on as the bomber streaked through the sky. He and Lizard were a unique team—normally a mission commander held a higher rank but, since this was a test facility and he and Lizard had worked together in the past, it worked for them. Not to mention that they were Navy and typically only Air Force flew the B-2 Spirit.
    Once they’d made it back to base, Jason was touting how impressed he was by Dusti’s ability up there. Grinding his back teeth as they climbed down, Giovanni tried to keep his comments to himself.
    Fool sounds in love. The real disturbing part about that was it made him jealous to think that Jason and Jaydee could have a thing. He wanted her.
    Giovanni would admit, albeit reluctantly, she had been impressive. Her voice had stayed calm throughout the exercise. Even during the tests they’d had to put the jets through. She’d completed everything asked of her with cool efficiency.
    Shades on, he paused slightly when he caught sight of Jaydee slipping into a hangar. He waved goodbye to Lizard and followed her. He knew the hangar. The remains of Mike’s plane were housed there.
    What could she possibly want in there? Hesitation hit him before he entered the massive building. While he knew what was in there, he’d not wanted to see the wreckage. Clenching his fists, he stepped out of the sun and into the artificially lit hangar.
    Twisted metal chunks lay across the floor and he closed his eyes against the memories for a brief second before pressing on. His target stood by a section of wing that concealed one of the B-2’s four engines. He nodded at the guard and headed for her. She stood with her hands positioned on her hips, which only served to enhance the tininess of her waist.
    He gulped as warring emotions fought within him, the powerful desire to gather her close and protect her with the wish for her to be prohibited from flying. The arrogant male side of him hated the weak-willed emotions of lust he experienced around her.
    His object of focus crouched down and he groaned as his cock hardened at the way her flight suit tightened around her firm ass. Jaydee didn’t have a butt, she had an ass , handcrafted for him to grab and squeeze as he powered deep inside her liquid heat. Ignoring both lust and hesitation at being in there, he strode up behind her. Her hair was confined in a double French braid. As he stared down at her, all that ran through his mind was how much he wanted to take it down and let it flow over his skin.
    “Something I can do for you, Commander Cassano?” Her voice flowed over him, modulated and calm.
    “Why are you in here?” he demanded.
    She sighed and pushed smoothly to her feet before pivoting and facing him. Her eyes flickered with something akin to irritation before they became devoid of any emotion.
    “I may be new to this squad of test pilots, Commander, but I don’t answer to you. So,