Page 58 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

He watched them leave, his eyes narrowed, a sneer twisting his lips. McIntyre wasn't known for allowing a woman to tell him no. He employed every trick he knew to gain his women's cooperation and sexual submission before turning from them to find another.

But none of them had been Morganna. They had resembled her, but they weren't her. Clint McIntyre obviously lusted greatly for this woman.

Diego would be very interested in this, Roberto decided. It was something they could use. McIntyre was known for his sexual excesses; the drug would not offend a sense of morality that wasn't present.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so hard to get rid of the Chavez girl. A smile twisted Roberto's lips as he moved into the reception area and headed for the elevators himself. He must meet with Diego and see exactly how they should handle this development.

Killing two birds with one stone may well please his boss.

Chapter 15

HE KNEW THE PARTY WAS a mistake; thankfully the small gathering hadn't been too important and Morganna had played her part excellently. Perhaps too well.

She had silently challenged and defied every unwritten rule that governed the Dom(me)/sub lifestyle. And in doing so had every fucking male in the room panting after her. Clint had had to tamp down every possessive instinct he knew to keep from slamming heads together and shoving their eyes back in their heads.

Clint led Morganna into his apartment later that night as he ground his teeth together, fighting to keep his temper.

"That went very well," Morganna commented as she moved to the side of the room, watching as he made his way through the apartment to check it out carefully. "And Manuelo was there. I'm sure I saw him in the other hallway just before we left."

Clint wasn't going to say a damned word. If he did, only God knew what he would say or how he would say it. She made him crazy. How the hell was he supposed to work with her when all he could think about was fucking her? Proving to those jackasses drooling after her exactly who she belonged to.

He stalked into the bedrooms, checked the windows, made sure the clear tape he kept over the seals was still in place. It was. No prints marred it, and the wood around it hadn't been disturbed.

She didn't move from her position beside the door until he came back into the main room, his jaw bunching with the effort to keep his mouth shut as she straightened from the wall and arched her brows at him.

A beer. God, he needed a beer. He stomped into the kitchen, jerking the refrigerator door open and pulling one from the interior. He twisted the cap off with a savage motion before tilting it to his lips.

"So, did you get your cock pierced the same time you got the vasectomy, or did you have to wait?"

He snorted his beer, choking on the bitter dregs as the words slammed into his head. The minute he managed to get his breath he leaned his head against the freezer door, grinding against it as his arms hung slack at his sides. God save him.

He had known she wouldn't be able to hold it in long. He was amazed she had lasted this long.

"The piercing came first. A drunken night in Bangkok with the guys after a mission." He shook his head as he straightened. "Can I take a drink of this beer now or do you have any other questions?"

Her lips pressed together as she glided into the living room. A flip of her wrist tossed her purse to the nearby chair as she moved to where she could see him more clearly.

"Did Raven know about it?" Morganna's eyes were narrowed, her chin lifting defiantly as her gaze met his.

"It didn't exactly come up in conversation," he assured her. "As far as I know, she's unaware of it."

He took a fast draw on the bottle, praying Morganna kept her mouth shut. He needed something stronger; too bad he didn't keep it on hand.

"Why did you do it?"

"That should be obvious," he said as he faced her. He felt like a man facing a firing squad.

He watched as she swallowed tightly, not from nerves; there wasn't a hint of nervousness in her.

"I don't believe you never wanted children," she stated fiercely, her expression tight with suspicion. "You're too good with them."

"I don't want any of my own." He tried to keep his voice calm, casual. Despite the lie. He would have loved to see her carrying his child, her belly ripe with pregnancy. A perfect little form created from what he knew burned inside him for her. And all he could hear was that child's cries.

"Don't make me ask why again," she warned him softly. "I'll start guessing soon, Clint, and you won't like what I'm coming up with."

He lifted a single brow easily, forcing mockery to his expression, watching the hurt that flashed across her eyes.

"There's no mystery, Morganna," he finally sighed, hating the shadows in her eyes. "I'm rarely home and my job isn't exactly the safest one going. I don't want to leave a child of mine an orphan. Condoms aren't always effective to prevent pregnancy-"

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