Page 67 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

One of the more intense. She’s able to overwhelm me so completely with emotions.

And frankly, seeing her swim in that giant sweater is a fucking turn on. Skintight is overrated. This thing is perfect for me to slip my hands under to touch her.

It’s even easier to strip it off her.

Sloane isn’t even wearing an undershirt—the bra is small and barely holding her in.

I tip my forehead against hers. “You…”

Her grin lights her up. “Me?”

“So goddamn sexy.” My hand sinks back into her hair as I kiss her soundly, dragging her up the mattress until I’m hovering over her.

Fingers tug at the back of my shirt, drawing it up under my arms until I retreat to strip it free. Those small hands and slim fingers find my skin, zapping me with need, cranking it up until I’m so full of it that I can no longer restrain myself.

I drop my mouth to her chest, spreading kisses down between her breasts until I suck one into my mouth through her cotton bra. Her back bows, pressing her up into me.

Fuck, I love how she reacts to me.

My hands slide under her back to unlatch her bra and peel it off her skin, marveling in its creamy white glow. Those rosy nipples are hard and begging for attention.

I take the other in my mouth, sucking hard until she whimpers and rubs her thighs together.

Kissing my way down her stomach, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and slide them off her hips and legs before tossing them aside. I spread her thighs and settle between them, teasing her with my kisses along her hip bones until I reach her sweet pussy.

Licking from the base of her to her clit, I revel in the shiver that consumes her. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she suppresses a noise. My vision wavers as I devour her, single-minded in my goal to make her come.

I need it as badly as I need to breathe, enjoying every rotation of her hips, every squirm and shudder and gasp that I earn from her. She’s brilliant and responsive, and I could do this all night.

“Fuck,” Hastings whispers behind me, and I wonder how she looks from his view.

When I feel her contract, closing in on her orgasm, I pull back enough to tease her, to let her drop a little before I dive back in. We cycle like that a few more times until everyone in the room is breathing heavily.

After a long stretch, I finally let her come. I lap it up until she’s quivering and limp. Those soft noises are both needy and overwhelmed.

And we both know this is only the start. She’s got much more headed her way before the night is over.

I crawl over her again, and her knees press into my waist, hands finding my chest the moment I’m within reach. She curls one around the back of my neck and tugs me closer.

Her kiss makes my hard cock ache even more. While she catches her breath, I unzip myself, unleashed and more than ready to slide into her wet heat. She takes me so nicely, mouth falling open as I nudge and prod her until I hit a spot that curls her toes.

Holding her in place, I don’t change a thing until she’s fluttering around me. God, this woman is a blessing. Her cry is soft when she jerks in my grip, coming around my cock.

I readjust her, pressing our bodies together as I thrust with renewed force.

Sloane simply strengthens her grip on my shoulders as I take her. As I worship her body and the way she’s turned me into this needy beast, one that can think of little else other than the pleasure I’m able to coax out of her.

A true test to my stamina, I’m not sure how Sloane is able to take as much as we give her, how she’s always willing to give us more even when she’s exhausted.

I can already tell tonight will push our boundaries.

Because I don’t want to let an inch of her go.

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JACK

I’m damn near out of my mind by the time I get my hands on Sloane. My never-ending patience is only a few threads short of snapping, even though I know what Cole is feeling. Sloane soothes so many wounds that she’s quickly become the most addictive substance in the world.

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