Page 60 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

His smile pulls against my ear, and then his teeth give the lobe a small pinch. “You know, if you need to take that aggression out on something, I offer myself as tribute.”

That pulls a laugh out of me. “I’m sure.”

He trails his nose down the sensitive skin behind my ear and plants a kiss at the top of my spine. “I’m more than willing to make that great sacrifice.”

I snort. “Great sacrifice? Is it that taxing to have sex with me?”

He pulls back and gives me a shocked face. “Who said anything about sex? You naughty girl.”

The grin that curls out of that teasing has me squirming in my seat.

“There are other ways for you to take your frustration out on me. It’s been a while since you tore me a new asshole for something I said or did.”

“Give it twenty-four hours.” He doesn’t annoy me as much as he did day one, but he still pokes me every once in a while. It almost always ends in sex.

He plants a kiss at my temple and retreats. “Probably more like five.”

Meaning when we get home. I narrow my eyes at him and delete the messed up entry.

“I’m going to grab lunch and the mail from your apartment. Need anything while I’m there?” Jack backs away slowly, brow raised in question instead of sarcastically.

“No. I’ll be fine for a little longer without my mountain of things.” I haven’t missed any of it. Sterling’s house has everything I need to cook and do laundry, plus three helpful men to play Dad with Reese. It’s made my life a whole lot easier.

A whole lot hotter, too.

A big part of me doesn’t want to go back, but I have to be realistic. I can’t let daydreams change my behavior. Because when it all falls apart and drops from under my feet again, I’ll be ready. Hurt, but ready.

Jack pauses, eyes soft as he looks at me. He probably sees more than I want him to.

“Can we have Mexican today?” I ask to divert whatever he thinks I’m thinking.

“Sure.”

After Jack leaves, Rhett comes to sit across from me. They don’t like to leave me alone for very long. One of them is always in the room with me, not always hovering right on top of me, but in their line of sight.

I finish up the entry I’m working on before I meet his gaze, but he’s just leaned back with his arms folded over his stomach.

“Hey.”

I furrow my brow. “Hey. Making any progress?”

That draws a wide smile out of him. “No. Not since the last time you asked.”

I scrunch up a frown at him and go back to inputting my work. I’m growing far too used to being stared at. Glancing at him when he gets up, I nearly melt when his strong hands knead my tight shoulders.

Rhett finds a knot that makes me moan and drop my head forward. His soft laugh accompanies another squeeze and a flare of pain that has me gasping.

His mouth lowers to my ear, and his voice is a soft grumble. “Such sweet noises you make, Sloane.”

I let out a breathy laugh and lean back into him as he gives me a short shoulder massage that leaves me a bit looser and more at ease when he’s done.

Rhett’s pleased expression pumps a little heat into my face as Jack returns to the office with two bags of takeout and a small stack of mail.

His demeanor is off as he hands the food over to Rhett and puts the mail on my desk. Something has shut down in his gaze.

“You okay?” I ask, keeping my voice soft.

Those stony blue eyes soften a fraction, and he brushes my cheek. “Yeah. I’m fine. I’m going to go grab Cole. Eat.”

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