Page 52 of Dangerous Devotion

Her lips formed anOof surprise, and she scrambled out of bed to search for her device. In a flurry of fabric, she rifled through her discarded clothes and finally located her phone three rings in. When she brought it to her ear, she kept her eyes on Henner. But her focus was on the speaker.

“Major General. What a surprise.” She zeroed in on Henner, her eyes wide.

Tension wove through every fiber of his muscles. His shoulders bunched as he braced for the impact of that call. As he listened, his jaw clenched until his teeth began to ache.

May’s breasts rose in a sharp heave as she inhaled. “Yes, of course. Thank you. We would love to come. If you can just text me your address… Yes, Shaw. Can’t wait.”

As soon as she ended the call, Henner pounced on her. Taking her by the shoulders, he stared into her eyes. “What the hell was that?”

She let her arm hang loose at her side, phone still clasped in her hand. In a daze. “Simpson invited us to dinner.”

“When?”

“Tonight.” She lifted the phone to glance at the time. “We need to get ready. He wants us there by seven.”

Seven o’clock was hours and hours away, wasn’t it? What the hell time was it? He peeked at her phone, astounded that so much time had passed since they arrived at the hotel. They’d been in bed for over an hour…yet it felt like he’d only had May in his arms for mere minutes.

He shot a look at the shopping bags. “I didn’t buy clothes for dinner. I only have a pair of black pants and a T-shirt.”

“I picked up a knit dress. I thought it might be comfortable for travel. It’s casual but will have to do.”

He rushed into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Then he let her take the bathroom first to get ready while he paced to the window, far away from the bathroom so May wouldn’t overhear his call with Con.

But the call went to voicemail, leaving him time to stare out at the terrible view—scrubby bushes and a cracked parking lot filled with shoddy cars—and think up all the things that could go wrong at a dinner with a man who might suspect their reason for being on his base.

For a woman, May emerged in record time. He took in her flawless face. Her cheeks had a light flush that might be an afterglow from the two orgasms he gave her. Or it might be her emotions about going to Simpson’s home. Or it might just be blush.

She’d added lip gloss a shade darker than her natural rose lips and enhanced her eyes so her long lashes stood out.

The knit dress was simple. Minimal.

“Nowyou pull out the understated dress.”

She rolled her eyes and breezed across the room to grab her boots. “Why do you always have some comment about my attire? I don’t mention your…your…” She realized he stood there in the buff.

Her eyes dipped over his chest and abs, lingered on his stiff cock for a moment. When she brought her focus back to his face, she let out a groan at the smirk he wore. Feeling the stroke that look gave to his ego, he strutted into the bathroom and hurried through a swift routine.

When he emerged, May stood there, barring his way. He took in the pinched expression she wore. “What’s wrong?”

She held up his phone. “Con’s on the line.”

He took the phone and brought it to his ear without shifting his attention from her.

“Listen up, Chickie. I need you to meet with one of ours.”

One of ours.

“Where?”

He recited the address, then continued, “He’s handing off some bugs, which you will be planting in Simpson’s home.”

He gave nothing away to May. She wouldn’t like what he was ordered to do, but she didn’t have a say in the matter. Obviously, Con—and the Blackout commander—had reason to suspect Simpson enough to surveille him.

“Copy that. We’re headed out now. I’ll be in touch when it’s done.”

The moment he lowered the phone from his ear, he took off across the hotel room in search of his forgotten boots.

May blocked his path. “What now?”

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