**Chapter 1: High Notes and Low Morals**
I’m Annalisa Crosmer, but online, I’m Animalisa Keys—a sultry siren who plays video game tunes in barely-there cosplay for a legion of drooling simps. My streams are a battlefield of pixelated nostalgia and raw, unfiltered lust, and I’m the queen of it all. By day, I’m stationed at the North Little Rock US Airforce base, surrounded by rigid rules and even more rigid men. By night, I’m free to play my own game. My husband, Brad Kacmarek, is a commercial pilot, always off soaring through the clouds while I’m grounded here, itching for something—or someone—to take me higher. And let’s just say, I don’t wait around for him to land.
Tonight, the base is quiet, save for the hum of distant jets and the clack of my heels against the concrete as I head to the rec room. I’ve got a stream scheduled in an hour, but first, I need a little… inspiration. That’s where Sergeant Derek Holt comes in. He’s all muscle and mischief, with a smirk that could melt steel. I spot him leaning against the pool table, cue in hand, his uniform sleeves rolled up to show off forearms that could crush a man—or pin a woman just right.
“Annalisa,” he drawls, his voice a low rumble as his eyes rake over me. “Shouldn’t you be polishing your… keyboard or something?”
I smirk, sauntering closer, my hips swaying with intent. “Oh, Derek, I’m always polishing something. But right now, I’m more interested in your stick.” I nod at the pool cue, but we both know I mean something else entirely.
He chuckles, setting the cue down and stepping into my space, the heat of him already making my skin prickle. “You’re trouble, Crosmer. Married trouble. What’s Brad gonna say when he finds out you’re hustling more than just game soundtracks?”
“Brad’s 30,000 feet up, probably flirting with some flight attendant,” I snap back, my voice sharp as a blade. “And I’m not the kind of woman who sits around pining. I take what I want. Question is, can you keep up?”
Derek’s grin is feral, his hand brushing my waist, fingers digging just enough to make me gasp. “Oh, I can keep up, darlin’. But I don’t play nice. You sure you’re ready for a man who doesn’t beg for it?”
I laugh, low and throaty, stepping even closer until my chest brushes his. “Begging’s for simps, Holt. I don’t beg. I demand. So, are we gonna keep talking, or are you gonna show me what that cocky mouth of yours can do?”
His eyes darken, and in a flash, he’s got me backed against the wall, the cold concrete biting into my skin as his hot breath fans my neck. “You’ve got a filthy mouth, Annalisa. Let’s see if it’s as good at other things.”
My pulse races, my body already aching as I tilt my head, daring him. “Only if you’ve got something worth my time. I don’t do half-measures, soldier.”
His hand slides down, gripping my ass with a possessive squeeze, and I can feel how hard he is already, pressing against me. “Trust me, I’m all in. Let’s see how wet you get when I—”
The door creaks open, and we freeze, the tension crackling like a live wire. But I’m not done. Not by a long shot. I’m dripping with need, and I’ll be damned if I let a little interruption stop me from getting what I want.
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