|Ellora's Cavemen: Legendary Tails I|
Breaking the Rules by B.J. McCall
Getting it on with Jac Dancer would be a serious infraction of the rules for Unit Leader Ri Anzer. Since the hunk was assigned to her galactic security team, Ri's managed to keep her desire in check and complete the mission.
But Jac Dancer is a man of action and he's determined to bed his sexy boss.
When Ri catches Dancer bathing beneath a waterfall, in the act of pleasuring what she's craved for two long years, the mission changes.
The mission now is Dancer and Ri breaking the rules.
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Unit leaders didn't fall in love with team members. The
mission was the focus, not a brief moment of physical pleasure. As one of
the few female UL's and the only one in this sector, Ri
refused to let her personal feelings interfere with the job.
Get over him.
Hauser Wath, the president of Wath Mining, wanted her. Rich and handsome, Hauser
offered luxury and wealth but Ri would rather
face a lifetime of dangerous missions with Dancer than becoming Hauser's
A pulsing red light penetrated her closed lids. Ri opened her eyes and activated her audio.
Rising, Ri turned to her left.
Enemy. Two. Armed.
Two insurgents approached the falls from downriver.
Standing beneath the spray, Dancer was exposed and unaware.
Running along the footpath to intercept the enemy, Ri pulled her laser rifle from the sling resting across
her back. She stopped, lowered her rifle and took out the insurgents in two
clean shots. They fell within twenty yards of Dancer.
Ri headed downhill toward the falls.
By the time she reached Dancer, he was fastening his pants.
When he reached for his boots, Ri
raised her face shield. After fastening his boots, he stood. Beads of water
covered his broad chest and shoulders. Ri ached
to lick each drop from his skin.
Look him in the eye.
His gaze fastened on hers. “I'm glad you happened to be
Did he know she'd watched him?
He pulled on his uniform shirt and slipped into his
weapons vest. Picking up his helmet, he was armed and ready.
“Bring backup next time. That's an order.”
“Understood.” He stuck out his hand. The same one he'd
used to pleasure himself. “Thanks, UL. I owe you my life.”
Team members addressed each other by their last name,
but to Dancer she was the UL. Which meant, despite all
their missions, hours spent planning missions and relaxing in the base
lounge, she was the Unit Leader. Not a woman, not a friend, but the