Page 5 of Tempted by a SEAL

He’d gone over the descriptions of the suspects this morning and received intelligence on their routines for the remainder of the day. It wasn’t the typical job of a Navy SEAL, but hell, he’d been in the right place at the right time.

And just coming off an op connected to these bastards made him that much more inclined to hunt them down. The fact that they may have taken another innocent woman sent his protective instincts soaring and adrenaline surging through his veins.

Although he certainly enjoyed his time alone with the fairer sex—preferably beneath the covers—the fact that some terrorist assholes had tried to kidnap another woman sent rage roaring through him.

Best case scenario was that it was all a mistake—just because she hadn’t been heard from didn’t mean she’d been kidnapped.

But worst case?

He clenched his fists, mind swirling with the possibilities of where she was, when the barstool beside him was suddenly pulled back.

His fellow SEAL team member Mason “Riptide” Ryan sank down beside him, his cropped blond hair damp from a shower and eyes glinting in amusement as he took in the lukewarm drink in front of Hunter.

“Don’t say it,” Hunter muttered.

“I’m going to buy you a whole damn block of ice when we’re back in the states.”

“Doesn’t help me much now, wise guy.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

“So much for a little R&R this week,” Hunter said, cracking his knuckles. “I’ve had exactly one decent night’s sleep. Not that I’m complaining about the woman I was with the other night,” he added with a smirk. His gaze slid to a group of women laughing nearby, roaming over their curves, then swept back to Mason.

He had work to do.

Mason chuckled. “Yep. It’s not exactly ideal to come right off one op and then get sucked back into this clusterfuck. Although how you managed to get us involved is beyond me. You’d think the Brits would be all over this.”

Hunter smirked. “What can I say? I’ve got friends in high places. I’d rather deal with these assholes myself after rescuing the Senator’s daughter,” he said in a low voice.

“Damn straight,” Mason agreed. “The poor girl looked scared out of her mind.”

“Unfortunately, our hands are tied aside from gathering intel though. After we get what we need, confirmation that these two assholes were involved, you can paint the town, pretty boy.”

“I’m still wiped out from last night.”

“What time did you drag your ass back to the hotel?”

“Three a.m. The British babe I met lived clear on the other side of London. I got lost on the damn Tube coming back.”

Hunter guffawed. “You can pinpoint a location anywhere in the world within millimeters using GPS coordinates and sat imagery but can’t figure out a damn subway system?”

“Hell, I was thinking with my dick the entire way to her place. She could’ve taken me across the goddamn English Channel, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed. Besides, after three rounds between the sheets, I was wiped. And don’t worry—she was fully satisfied as well. If nothing, I’m a gentleman.”

The edge of Hunter’s mouth quirked up. “Why didn’t you wait and leave until morning then, Romeo?”

Mason chuckled. “Not my MO, man. Yours either.”

Hunter smirked, shaking his head. “Touché.”

Their entire Delta SEAL team was full of single, rough and tumble Alpha males who enjoyed the company of a beautiful woman. Whenever they were back stateside, they’d prowl around the Virginia Beach area, not far from their base in Little Creek, looking for a pretty woman to take home for the night.

Something about sunshine, sand, and beautiful women in bikinis did it every time.

Hunter had no desire to settle down with one woman—not when the whole damn world was his oyster. And hell if he didn’t love diving for pearls.

Driving a woman wild in bed was his specialty—and if he could enjoy the pleasure of a different woman every weekend, he damn well would. No sense in tying himself down when he deployed all the time anyway. Nothing like trying to maintain a relationship when you couldn’t say where you were going, what you were doing, or when you’d be back.

Most women he’d met couldn’t handle a situation like that—and hell if life wasn’t easier this way.

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