Free Foreplay by Marteeka Karland

2nd edition

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    Copyright © 2010 by Marteeka Karland
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    Rarely ever do I put a dedication in a book. It‟s not
    that there aren‟t people I‟m grateful to, it‟s just that I
    normally work alone. Cause I‟m a bit of a control
    freak. I don‟t generally play well with others.

    However…

    I have no choice but to dedicate to Jeanie and Jayha
    and Shara. These women let me by with NOTHING.
    They‟re the pickiest, most infuriating, frustrating, and
    most completely wonderful women I‟ve ever met and I
    love all of them. Because of all three of these ladies,
    I‟ve grown, not only in my art, but my writing as well. I
    hope they know how much I appreciate everything
    they‟ve done for me over the last several months. You
    guys will always have a special place in my heart.

    Here‟s to more of those wonderfully „roided up hunks!!
    —Marteeka Karland

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    CAVEAT

    This work of erotica contains adult language
    and sexually explicit scenes, which are smoking
    hot. This book is intended only for adults, as it
    is defined by the laws of the country in which
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    CHAPTER ONE

    Nothing irritated Lilly more than when people
    fucked with her charts. It was already hard enough to
    read the handwriting of doctors who thought they
    were the shit. Having to search through a ton of
    papers (that she‟d painstakingly organized not even
    thirty minutes before) was just completely
    unacceptable. Not to mention disrespectful.
    She had her degree as a medical office assistant,
    which took the same two years most nurses trained.
    The physicians had several more years on her, but
    most of those didn‟t have near the experience in their
    field that she did in hers. After fifteen years in almost
    every area of health care, she could run any office, or
    any department nurses‟ station in any hospital, with
    tight efficiency—unless someone fucked with her
    charts.
    Annoyed that she couldn‟t cuss out loud, she had
    to settle for swearing in her head. Everything had a
    fucking place. If everything stayed in its fucking place,
    nothing would get fucking lost.
    It had to be one of the Drs. Jackson. Twin
    brothers, Caleb and Connor, to be precise. They were
    always doing something like this. It wasn‟t as if they

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    didn‟t know it annoyed her. They were simply trying
    to get under her skin—and it was definitely working.
    Biting her tongue, she looked around for the
    culprit. Spying