Page 1 of Seduced by a SEAL

Chapter 1

Colton “C-4” Ferguson grumbled under his breath as the security line at Miami International Airport inched forward. He shifted his duffle bag onto his broad shoulder and took a swig from his bottle of water before tossing it into the nearby trashcan. Scrubbing a hand across his jaw, he blew out an irritated sigh as the woman at the front of the line pleaded with the TSA agent to let her keep the iced coffee she was holding.

Good grief.

Like she couldn’t just buy another drink once they cleared the TSA checkpoint.

Glancing at his watch, he wondered if he’d be able to intercept the target before catching his flight back to Little Creek. It wasn’t exactly the usual Navy SEAL MO to go after an individual on U.S. soil, but he’d happened to be down in Miami on R&R when his CO had notified him that a high-value asset was flying out of the airport at the same time he was.

Colton had immediately agreed to assist and garner any intel he could.

Hell, he’d miss his flight if need be. Anything to make their upcoming op run smoother.

After a brief meeting with some guys who wouldn’t say what agency they were from, he’d gotten some small electronic devices to bug the target’s belongings. The men he’d met with had assured him they wouldn’t set off the airport metal detectors.

And naturally, he’d picked the slowest moving line on Earth. It wouldn’t do him a hell of a lot of good to be in the airport at the same time if he was stuck in the damn security line while she hopped on her flight and flew out of the country.

The crowded airport and never-ending lines almost made him miss the naval base hangars and C-17 cargo planes his SEAL team flew on. Almost. Because sitting in an uncomfortable seat, headphones on to drown out the noise on a nonstop flight across the Atlantic wasn’t exactly a vacation. Then again, not dealing with the TSA and travelers insisting on doing things their own way made up for the discomfort, he thought with a smirk.

A toddler cried in line in front of him, her mother looking frazzled as she attempted to haul her little girl, luggage, and baby gear forward as the line finally moved.

“I got it,” he said, easily lifting the car seat she was pulling around the airport onto the conveyor belt to go through the x-ray machine. He dropped his own duffle bag down beside it before toeing off his boots and putting them alongside his watch, wallet, and cell phone in the bin.

An overstuffed diaper bag and collection of blankets and stuffed animals filled the bin in front of his. And that was in addition to the car seat and luggage the woman had.

Hell.

At least being single he could travel light.

The young mom shot him a grateful look, anything she said as she tried to thank him drowned out by her child’s cries.

Colton’s gaze swept around the other lines: an elderly couple was inching along, holding up the line to his left. Three teenagers were laughing hysterically on the other side of them as one girl jumped up and down, trying to put her shoes back on. A few business travelers shot annoyed glances at the cell phones, irritated by the entire scene.

And then his eyes locked on a stunning woman two lines over.

She had long, dark hair, skin the color of smooth caramel, and curves that would make a grown man weep. The sexy little red sundress she had on barely covered her nicely rounded ass, and he admired the swells of her breasts as she turned to the side, hands animatedly flying around as she argued with the TSA agent.

“It’s just cleanser,” she said, throwing her arms up in exasperation. Her voice carried over the people around him, and Colton noticed a slight Colombian accent. “It’s for washing my face—add a little water and scrub. Want me to demonstrate?”

The TSA agent looked unamused and radioed for backup. A female agent guided the gorgeous woman aside for a pat down, and Colton felt his cock swell as he took in her shapely form. His chest tightened as he watched the female agent’s gloved hands move over the mystery woman’s ribcage and hips.

Instantly, his protective instincts surged.

He didn’t want some strange woman touching her.

Hell.

He didn’t want anyone touching her.

Except maybe him.

At that moment, he’d never wanted to be a TSA agent so badly in his life. Never mind that the monotony of standing around in an airport all day was nothing compared to the life and career of a Navy SEAL. He’d never envied someone so much as he watched the female agent pat her down.

The woman in the red sundress pouted in exasperation as the other agents examined the container that had been brought into question, and Colton drank in her red lips, high cheekbones, and chocolate brown eyes. She caught him watching her for a split second, her fiery gaze almost daring him to do something, but then her eyes landed back on her luggage.

“I already told you there’s nothing in my luggage that could be considered harmful.”

“Next!” the agent in Colton’s line called out.

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