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“Thank God he’s finally got a chick—maybe he’ll lighten the fuck up.”

Travis stepped forward through the crowd, grinning from ear to ear. He glanced back and forth from Alisa to Warren, that same mischievous twinkle in his eye, as if he really knew the truth but wasn’t going to say it.

“Congratulations, you two,” Travis beamed, motioning gracefully to back to where the dinner had been held. “Shall we celebrate?”

Tugging Alisa’s body against his, Warren ushered her back to the wedding, where a dance floor had been set up. The wedding reception was just getting started. Toying with the engagement ring on her finger, it was at that moment that Alisa questioned…Warren’s not serious, is he?

Chapter Twenty-Two

Alisa

“Do you still hate weddings?” Alisa whispered into Warren’s ear as he held her close, slow dancing to a romantic song.

“Only when I’m forced to dance.”

He glared at the sidelines where his guys had pushed them forward to have their first dance as a ‘engaged couple’.

“You’re pretty good in my books,” she said, grazing the side of his face with her lips and still wondering what was going on between them.

“I’ll show you what else I’m good at,” he said, more threatening than flirtatious.

It was the type of threat that made her quiver.

She bit her lip, feeling the heat from being so damn close to him. “I’d like that.”

Her brain spinning from too much wine and arousal, she let out a too-sexy moan into his ear, feeling his arms tighten as he heard her.

“Keep making sounds like that—” he started, sucking his teeth.

“Don’t give me any power,” she whispered. “You know I’ll abuse it.”

Her words were met by a low laugh. Finally, the song ended, and he drew her from the dance floor, on a mission. He tried to get them through the crowd, but they were stopped by a circle of younger-looking SEALs—his men.

“Chief.” One of the guys handed shot glasses to him and her. “Congratulations.”

Alisa hesitantly took the shot glass, full of something that looked like tequila. Warren sent her the sexiest subtle wink she’d ever received, practically making her fall into him and surrender once and for all. She shook her head a little, knowing her shift at the hospital the next morning was going to be painful. Her diamond engagement ring sparkled in the air as she shot the tequila back.

She couldn’t help but make what she could tell was likely the most twisted, horrified face as the alcohol burned her mouth. Her watery eyes blinking, she realized that Warren had been watching her and was breaking down in the most uncontrollable laughter she’d ever seen. A deep booming laugh escaped his mouth, infectious and wonderful. The sight of his true, raw smile—ear to ear—was so damn endearing.

Alisa knew right then that she was some kind offallingfor that man.

The young SEALs slapped Warren on the back, joking and beaming that they’d never seen him let loose before. Clearly, there was something to that. Warren hadn’t been lying when he’d told her that his presence improved morale. Having the boss there, havingDaddyrelaxed there, drinking alongside the guys, seemed to make everyone so much more at ease.

Even Alisa found herself chilling out, chatting, more connected with other people than she’d ever been. It occurred to her that being next to Warren again, she hadn’t felt awkward and unusual at all. She had started feeling normal—really fucking normal, like she belonged.

The music pumping and lights whirling, she knew she was having the night of her life. It wasn’t too long after a second shot of tequila that she felt Warren’s heavy paw on the small of her back, pulling her up to kiss him, much to the immediate cheers of the guys. Catching the look on their faces, it was obvious that no one could believe Warren had gotten engaged.

To the thumping rhythm, Warren moved her body, casually pushing her away from the crowd, out of the busy area. Laughter and voices disappearing behind them, he moved her around the hotel, looking for something.

“Where are we going?” Alisa slurred, letting out a girlish giggle.

As they hit a dark, secluded spot on the side of the hotel, Warren spun, pinning her body against the wall. He pressed right into her, and his intentions became damn obvious, along with the elongating hardness of his cock in his pants.

Alisa let out another shy laugh as he kissed up her neck, manhandling her to get a better angle at her ass. He squeezed her until she yelped.

“Shut up,” he growled as he opened to bite her neck, ready to give it to her hard.

“I—” she gasped as he pressed his rough hand over her mouth, restricting her.

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