That damned uniform. Any time your boyfriend, Rudy, wore his uniform and his gear around you, it would set you on fire with need. The jeans, the boots, the tactical vest, the rough gloves, the jacket that displayed his muscles perfectly… the masculinity of it all was maddening. Today, as he walks up to gift you a kiss after coming home from the base, you couldn’t help but touch. He looks down at you, a smirk on his lips and an eyebrow raised…

“Looking for something, carinõ?”