Page 93 of Operation Heartbeat

“How do you know?”

She gave him a small smile. “I heard you order it yourself when you talked to Commander Barrett.”

Damn. Did she have to be so sharp? So beautiful?

So…perfect.

“I’m officially accepting the job. I start tomorrow.”

He started to protest, but her last sentence brought him up short. He stared down at her, brows pinched. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes. Because we’re going to spend tonight in each other’s arms. In bed.”

He darted a look at the bunks. “That bed?”

She followed his line of sight and let out an adorable laugh. “There’s going to be some changes around here. This entiremansion could use a woman’s touch. Especially since I’ll be moving in.”

Heat flared in his chest. “Since when?”

“Since now. The guys just left with the key to my house. They’re going to get some of my things and bring them back here.”

He gaped at her. “When did you start giving my men orders?”

She shrugged. When she skimmed her knuckles over his jaw, that look of desire burning in her eyes, he would take any order she gave him.

Rubbing her breasts against his chest, she leaned closer. “I want you, Ryan. I want you between my thighs. Pounding your cock in me. I want you filling my—”

He slammed his mouth over hers, taking control of the kiss and leading her to the bottom bunk that would never be enough space to have her the way he wanted, but damn if he wasn’t going to make it work tonight.

As he ran his hand under her top, skating his fingertips over her warm, silky skin, he took control of her body too.

Even though the woman hadhimwrapped around her little finger.

She let out a soft moan, and he fed her one in return as she tugged at his clothes and he stripped off hers. At the moment when he slid his hard cock inside her, their gazes locked.

“You are mine now, Professor.”

“I love being yours…SEAL.”

He shoved his cock deep.

She let out a cry, arching to take his every inch. Their mouths fused in a lingering and passionate kiss.

At the end, it was Con who cried out her name. And he didn’t give a damn who heard.

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