Page 43 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

I’m working double time to find any kind of real lead. And I can dive into it since we don’t have a delivery until this afternoon.

I can’t be sure how many crates and pallets I search, but when I come up for air, Rhett is at my shoulder instead of Sterling. I jump from the surprise, my eyes bugging as I take him in.

He’s got a tight, button-up shirt that accentuates the muscles in his shoulders and clings nicely to his chest, showing off his strong, lean torso. God, did I have to be surrounded by hot, older men who are just authoritative enough with the right level of sensitivity to be dangerous in too many ways?

“Where’s Sterling?” I ask, my filters slowly reforming.

His dark brows go up at my use of his boss’s first name. “Left over an hour ago. You’ve got tunnel vision. Come on. Time for a break.”

He touches my elbow gently, and the heat of his hand tempts me to turn into him and distract myself. Take control and power back for myself, but I’m not sure Rhett cares to be played with, even if he looks at me like he might.

Those brown eyes grow darker as he waits me out.

He’s one bold move away from breaking his restraint.

I shouldn’t even be considering it, but here I am, wanting to lean in and bite him. My teeth pinch into my own bottom lip instead, and Rhett’s eyes flash.

He tilts nearer without making a move, his voice lowering. “I mean lunch.”

I don’t take the way out he’s offering. Instead, I step closer, almost flush against him. His body is hot, threatening to sear me through already. It pools low in my center, burning away any hang ups that might be dangling along.

“What are you going to do if I say I’d rather have a really, really good distraction instead?”

Those dark eyes lower to my mouth again. Rhett’s nostrils flare.

Leaning in a bit more, I lift my mouth for easier access. It finally breaks him. His mouth slants across mine a second later. Electricity sizzles down my spine, rocketing my chest into his as I grab ahold of him.

Rhett’s lips are soft, his kiss firm but careful as his hands slide around my back. God, it’s so little but so much at the same time.

My grip shifts, one hand fisting in the front of his shirt and the other sinking into his dark, wavy hair.

The width of his palms splays around my ribcage, smoothing down the curve of my waist to my hips as I open my mouth to him in a tease. He takes the bait, nipping and sucking until his tongue slides against mine, tasting me.

Tension thrums from him, like he’s holding himself back with some effort.

But I need more before the thoughts of this morning seep back in.

My knee lifts up his thigh, foot hooking around him. Rhett takes my direction, sliding a hand over my hip, my ass, and cinching under the back of my thigh to hitch me higher, pressing us more tightly together.

God, he’s moving so slow for as fast as I’m feeling.

After another small hesitation, Rhett lifts me to the edge of the crate behind me. My knees squeeze his hips, yanking him in tighter. I spread a little wider for him to feel him completely flush against me.

I’m swelling with a heavy ache at my center, one that needs prodded and coaxed to a steady flame. I’m a spark ready to ignite.

His hands squeeze the swell of my ass, taunting me. We tip together, fitting perfectly with our clothes on.

Muscles flexing under my touch, Rhett kisses me deeper. His hunger grows as his hips swivel into mine. It takes only a few moves for the hard length in his pants to find just the right spot.

Core clenching, I grab onto Rhett harder, urging him to stay in place because as much as every little move he makes ratchets up the need consuming me, it promises me satisfaction. I moan into his mouth.

His hand sinks into my hair, pulling it free from its loose bun, and he kisses me with more fervor. Hips grinding together, he angles himself to ping against my clit again and again and again until I struggle to breathe.

Rhett pulls back enough to look me over, his swiveling thrusts making my mouth fall open. His thumb slides across my tongue, a reminder to keep quiet.

Right. At work.

My vision can’t focus on the details around us. I’m trusting him to keep some kind of sense in case someone approaches. It happens so infrequently that I merely close my mouth around his thumb and suck.

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