Page 44 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

His groan is half growl as he bends to nip at my throat, pulling a sensitive bit of flesh into his mouth. My moan is only slightly muffled by this thumb.

A hushing whisper finds my ear. “Not so loud, Sloane. Or I won’t be able to give you what you want.”

The roll of his hips reminds me of how far gone I already am.

I nod, grasping at the strings of my shredded concentration and nudging my core over his trapped hard-on. Rhett’s grunt is half tortured, half determined.

His attention shifts, doubling down on his chosen path and lifting my right knee a little higher to access me even better.

God, what would it be like to have his cock sliding against me bare, spreading me open, tunneling into me until I’m hollowed out and exhausted? I want to know, but not enough to wait.

When I can’t help but take the small moves that fling me within reach of my own end, I claw my way toward an orgasm, catching it by the tips of my fingers as his mouth comes down on mine again.

Rhett swallows my moan, hips grinding relentlessly until my every muscle shakes. With my core pulsing, bearing down empty, the pleasure spikes, and I let it take me.

My hips are immobile, but Rhett’s still in motion, hands smoothing and soothing over my heated skin, mouth laying sweet kisses on my mouth, jaw, neck. His arousal stays nestled at my core, and I know this won’t be enough for long. Not for either of us.

Not with the way his pupils are still blown wide in his dark eyes.

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as I blink at him, waiting for him to demand that I return the favor. But he doesn’t.

His hands merely grab ahold of my hips, kneading them possessively before he taps his nose against mine. “Thank you.”

Biting back a laugh, my grin spreads wide. “Isn’t that my line?”

Rhett shakes his head, but before he can explain, his attention shifts behind me.

“Hey,” Shepard calls from a few aisles down. “Grub time.”

Heat filters into my cheeks, and Rhett rewards me with the best smile. One that lifts my fingers of their own accord to graze against the short stubble on his cheek.

I hop down, pulling my hair back into place. Boom, as unruffled as I’m going to get. Other than the lingering wetness in my panties.

Rhett, however, looks bent out of shape. No hiding what we’ve been up to. Not with a trained profiler waiting on us. The tight squeeze of my ass tells me Shepard’s not the only one who’s been analyzing my every reaction.

There’s nowhere to hide from this team.

20

STERLING

Sloane disappeared into herself this morning, and I know my questions didn’t help, sandwiched between the break-in last night, taking control of her life, and finding a bullet with her name carved in it on her desk.

I stood back and let her work without interruption. Manic and single-minded, she made quick work of checking through her inventory. No one else bothered her, either. No deliveries until the afternoon, and I just… watched her.

Even after Shepard and Hastings arrived, I could not let her out of my sight.

Not until Hastings tapped me to go home did I turn away. And that’s only because I have the late shift tonight, too. I’m fond of the bedtime rituals and peaceful mornings.

After a few fitful hours of sleep, I pick Reese up from school. She smiles when she sees me and climbs right in. “Hello again, Sterling.”

“Hello again, Reese.” I watch her from my rearview mirror to be sure she’s buckled in before I start the drive home. “How was school today?”

“It was good, but I can’t tell you any of the details until I see Mommy. She always likes to be the first to know.” Reese looks out the window. Is she daydreaming to the scenery passing by or looking for familiar landmarks?

Knowing she’s like Sloane makes me think the latter.

And I miss watching my daughter play or read in the back of the car. We used to have to drive her around with theGoodnight, Moonaudiobook on repeat. I spent a lot of late nights driving her around so that Mari could sleep.

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