Page 17 of Dangerous Devotion

In two long strides he reached his bag on the sofa. The clothes he’d changed out of lay on the cushion beside it. Wasting no time, he tore off the bowtie and then tackled his shirt buttons.

A small groan sounded from a few feet away. When he turned his head, he saw May through the open door, peeling the tape off her bare chest.

His gut clenched. A hot coal hit his groin at the first breasts he’d seen in person in…well, a long time.

She glanced up at him standing there shirtless too. A heartbeat stretched between them before she twisted away to give him a view of her naked spine.

He whipped open his fly, very aware of his cock starting to thicken after seeing a naked woman mere steps away. He turned aside so she didn’t look over and see the bulge in his boxer briefs as he dropped trou.

He kicked off the tight leather dress shoes he’d worn and reached for his jeans.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of May again. She shimmied thedamnpink gown down her slim torso…and off the curve of her hips.

It puddled at her feet.

Christ.

In nothing but those skimpy panties outlining the span of her hips and high heels showcasing her toned calves, she looked like a centerfold.

His cock definitely was not cooperating through this part of the mission. In fact, it was mutinous.

May walked out of his frame of view, and he finished changing into his street clothes. He tucked his sidearm into his waistband and cast a look at the open bedroom door.

“May?”

She was dressed now in fitted cargo pants and a long-sleeved black top, but he couldn’t stop picturing her in nothing but heels and lace panties.

She waved at the pink dress half in, half out of her bag. “I’m trying to shove this gown into my luggage!”

“No time.” He stepped up to the bed. “Leave it.”

Her dark eyes rounded. Until this moment, he hadn’t noticed how thick her lashes were.

His phone vibrated with an incoming message. He glanced at the screen.

“Our car’s outside. Leave your bag, May. We’ll get it later.”

With a rueful shake of her head, she swiped a simple cardholder with her ID and credit cards off the bed and shoved it into her back pocket on the way to the door.

The elevator ride down wasted precious minutes they didn’t have. May stood next to him, not speaking, her expression like a porcelain figurine, giving nothing away.

He was a head taller than her, and a hell of a lot bigger. After their hasty costume change back in the room, he was even more aware of every inch of her body. She’d yanked her hair back in a low ponytail, which was a little messy compared to her usual sleek sheet of dark hair.

Similar to how she would look after she rode his cock.

The vision pounded through his senses.

He forced his thoughts away from May and the new undercurrent riding just under the surface of their partnership.

The op came first.

They rushed out of the hotel and he picked out their car from others in the lot. “There.” He jabbed a finger at the nondescript black sedan and they hurried to jump in.

Neither of them spoke much during the ride, too engrossed in their own thoughts. He had a lot to discuss with her, such as how May knew Major General Simpson—and had the ability to call him by his first name—but there was time for that after they found that shipping crate containing the bomb.

The miles sped by, and the port spread out before them. Despite the late hour, activity continued as people worked through the night. A pre-dawn haze hung over the harbor, and the scent of salt hit his nose as he climbed out of the car.

Industrial cranes moved like slow dinosaurs, hoisting huge containers from one place to another.

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