Page 6 of Tempted by a SEAL

His SEAL team made an imposing force when they were together—even out of uniform, their shortly cropped hair, muscles, and certain swagger seemed to give away their profession.

And hell.

They were never short on ladies looking to spend the night with a Navy SEAL.

He’d already enjoyed a one-night-stand his first night in London—a university student he’d met while sightseeing. She’d asked if he was lost, and he’d gone along with it, figuring he’d seem less intimidating to her that way. Never mind that he’d memorized the map of the London streets and knew the exact way back to his hotel. Could practically count the number of steps from the street corner to the front door.

She’d batted those long lashes at him, and he’d gone along for the ride.

And ride him she had—all damn night.

Cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl. She was insatiable in bed—not that he’d had any complaints.

Hell, it was hard to remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself so much with a woman. She knew he was an American here visiting and wasn’t expecting more than one night with him.

Knew that he’d literally be across the ocean in a few days.

And damn if that didn’t make it even more enjoyable that way.

There was no need to let her down easy the next morning when they’d both known it was a one-time deal.

Hell.

They’d even had a quickie in the shower before they’d parted ways.

She’d screamed so loud as he’d made her come, he’d practically expect the British police to break down the hotel door.

“What are you smiling about?” Mason asked, ordering a soda.

“With ice!” Hunter called out to the bartender as she walked away.

Mason smirked.

“No thanks needed,” Hunter said smoothly. “How the Brits drink their soda practically lukewarm is beyond me.”

“You blokes need a pint,” a young guy beside them said, chuckling as he took his own beer and headed over to his group of friends.

Hunter shook his head. “Tell me about it.”

“He’s right,” Mason said, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s get this show on the road so we can hightail it out of here.”

“Gotta wait for the perps to make an appearance first. Soon as we get confirmation that they have info on the missing woman, we’re outta here.”

“You think they sold her out to the terror group?”

“I don’t know damn well what to think. But most women don’t travel to Afghanistan alone and then simply disappear. Her colleagues were the ones who went to the American Embassy when they didn’t hear from her. Apparently, they notified the Brits.”

“Shit. That stuff is fucked up.”

“Roger that. Be right back,” Hunter muttered, pushing his barstool back as he stood up.

Mason raised his eyebrows. “Spot a woman you fancy?”

“Gonna hit the head.”

Mason smirked. “I’ll keep an eye out.”

“For the men or a woman?”

---