🔥 MISSION LOVE: The Complete Alpha SEAL Protector Romance Collection (Books 1–6) 🔥

Captivated By Mr. Brody
Tangled With Mr. Easygoing
Taming Mr. Grumpy
Hooked On Mr. Shark
Defying Mr. Cranky
Unraveling Mr. Perfect

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One second, I’m driving the car while my mind’s a befuddled mess—and the next, a hand is on top of my aching cock and almost has me swerving. I curse under my breath, even while desire flashes in my system.

“Jesus, Sammy. Do you want me to crash your expensive car?”

But one glance at her tells me she doesn’t care, her gaze focused on my cock. That she’s rubbing. It grows at the attention, and her fascination, but the smug look on her face has it as hard as iron.

“Sammy…”

Gray eyes flick up. They look as dazed as I feel. “Just get us home. Slow and steady.”

It’s a recipe for disaster. It’s a crazy notion, thinking I can drive in this state, but it’s probably the sanest thought because my other one is parking somewhere so that I can free my erection and drag her to the backseat. Then there’s no thought left as her rubbing resumes, soft motions at first before she gets impatient, undoes my zipper, slides a hand in, and—

“Fuck, Sammy.”

“Is it good?”

Is it good? I almost laugh, but I can’t get a word out when she starts stroking me — her firm, soft hand directly wrapped around my cock. My eyes cross and I’m certain I’ll crash the car this time, but I spot her gate, grit my teeth, and will myself to focus on it. It’s almost a miracle when I click the button open and speed the car inside, pleasure snapping in my bones when her thumb presses my tip.

The garage door slides open, and the car roars to a stop. My hands tackle our seatbelts before I haul her to my lap and kiss the hell out of that mouth that I didn’t get enough of earlier.

“That was dangerous,” I warn her. “That was…”

Naughty. Exhilarating. But she doesn’t say a word, only makes sounds. She moans when my tongue slips in, then hisses when my cock thrusts up and finds her snug warmth covered by the flimsiest underwear. All it will take is a jerk of that underwear to the side, and I’ll be sliding into the tightest, wettest cunt there is.

But Sammy doesn’t deserve it in the car, and she doesn’t deserve a quick fuck. She deserves something longer and sweeter, and it’s that conviction that has me depositing her back to her seat even when it’s the hardest thing to do.

“I need to…re-secure the place.”

I can’t think straight, but I manage to get out of the car and do as I say. I can feel her shock from miles away, but it shifts to indignance and fire when I meet her in the living room.

“What’s the problem?” she demands. “You’re confusing me.”

“What?”

“Either you want me or you don’t.” Her gaze strays to my cock, tucked back in my pants but weeping. I can’t even hide its reaction to her nearness. “That tells me you do, but the way you keep pushing me away tells me it’s embarrassing you—”

“Embarrassment is the last thing on my mind,” I cut in, stunned that she would even think that. But the hurt in her eyes jars me, and I step closer, needing her to understand one thing. “Fucking you sideways until you’re screaming my name is the only thing occupying my mind, but it can’t happen.”

Her lips part, and hell if I want to bite it.

“Why not?” she asks.

“You’re my sister’s best friend. I’m on the job. It’s bound to get complicated.”

Silence. I expect the words to make her consider, but she closes the gap between us and places her hand on my chest.

“We don’t need to make it complicated. I just want one thing.”

My heart’s racing. My blood’s pounding. My mouth’s so dry, it’s a miracle I can still ask.

“What?”

“You to touch me. Me to feel good. To make you feel good. It doesn’t have to be anything beyond that.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. I should point out more excuses and more complications. I should get the hell away from her, but those big eyes and the way her fingers are tracing my abs are enough to make the strongest man buckle. And I’m not the strongest man.

With a growl, I grab her wrist. She opens her mouth, so sure that I’m going to protest again, then shuts it when I kiss her and steal that protest. The way she melts instantly into the kiss has me growling again, then picking her up. She rubs against me and asks me to take her to the bedroom, but the bedroom’s a dangerous place, one where no holds are barred. I don’t think either of us is ready for that yet.

Instead, I sit her on the coffee table and then urge her to lie down and spread her legs. I’m a hairbreadth away from tearing her panties off, but I want to see her wear them again, so I pull them down instead. I then stare at her pink, glistening pussy, already so wet and quivering, when I trace my finger over her entrance.

“Hero…” she pleads, and it’s enough to fill me with glory as I lower my head.

It’s ironic how we were feasting on food here last night, and now I’m feasting on her, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. She’s so sweet when I lick her parting folds, then so hot when I suck on her. I add a finger in, then two, setting a rhythm that has her writhing on the table. But it’s when I find her clit and focus on it that her hands grasp my hair, and her legs rest on my shoulders, desperately rocking against my tongue.

“Hero,” she begs once more, all breathy whisper.

“Let go,” I command her, and that’s all it takes for the heels of her feet to dig in as she explodes into her orgasm.

I lap every inch up, overwhelmed with her sweetness. I rise and kiss her mouth again, wanting her to taste that sweetness, too, before I collapse against the couch, weak in the knees. I might have rocked her into orgasm, but she rocked my world in turn, and it’s only then that one realization dawns. I don’t want just one chance because I want her over and over again.

I want to touch her tits and the rest of her body. I want to talk to her and make her laugh.

I have feelings for Sammy. The thought hits me hard and swift.

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