Darryl James

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Darryl James: “…six feet of sinewy male perfection.

—He possessed the sort of body that made a snug fitting Fleet uniform a thing of obscene beauty. The flexible material stretching and straining across his broad chest and shoulders, wrapping sensually around flexing biceps, and a taut waistline that would have made any laundress proud to scrub her delicates with it.

—Allowing her eyes to causally tour the perfectly rounded globes of his behind, she uttered an admiring whistle at the thickness of his thighs, which quickly garnered his attention and changed her view to an entirely different thickness.

—Lieutenant Darryl James’ piercing, pale green eyes twinkled in contrast against his dark complexion as he recognised her and promptly filled the remainder of the booth she occupied without waiting for an invitation.

—Stretching those long legs out next to hers on the table, he signaled for the waitress and made himself comfortable.”

“Suddenly Darryl wasn’t the cocksure, womanizing hardass she’d known for almost a decade, but a weary soldier looking for his last hurrah. His blaze of glory. The tinge of grey at his temples, the crinkle of skin around those always laughing eyes, the way he cringed just a little when moving his thrice busted knee…”