Page 38 of SEAL Mates

“Paula, you okay?”

As I headed to the living area, I was shocked to see her sprawled over the brown leather sofa.

“Everything matches from the floors to the tables. You said that you renovated, but my God, you really downplayed it, didn't you?”

I shook my head, I wasn’t a show-off or an ambitious man but I did like little luxuries like the flooring which Blake didn’t want to pay big bucks for, and I couldn’t help but overspend on it.

“We don’t have a hundred inch TV or anything like that. But I do like quality. Fuck, I live for it, otherwise what’s the point?”

She stood up, and started to head towards me. "The flooring even matches the decor in every part of the open space. Alec, can I ask you a personal question?" she raised an eyebrow and had her hand on her hips.

She was flirting, and boy did my cock know it. I was so fucking tempted to get her over the sofa and just spank her ass for teasing me. I was feeling frustrated and was desperate to send her to her room as punishment. Why did she turn me into a fucking animal? I kept myself in check all the time, but not with Paula, I just wanted to lose control.

“I should get you to your room.”

She twirled a loose strand of hair and there it was, for everyone to see my cock straining to get out of my fucking pants.

“What are you afraid of?”

I didn’t resist as I answered her.

“You.”

We stood frozen for a second, before I swung around, closed my eyes and in memory of where I’d left her bags I grabbed them and headed up the stairs.

“I need to call the kids anyway, so it’s fine. I’ll just be in my room for a while speaking to them.”

My hand glanced at my watch thinking that they couldn’t be at school already. I went to pick her at one. It took her an hour of thinking she couldn’t find this or that before we left the hotel. Then she wanted something to eat, and then we finally got into the car. I didn’t realize that it was approaching four. She had a way of making time go by so quickly, and usually it would annoy the hell out of me, but with her bright eyes, and glowing cheeks, I found myself always at her mercy.

But, and there was always a but.

I wasn’t going to seduce her after being here for only two minutes.

“You’re not a prisoner, I mean, we didn’t bring you here to lock you up.”

I said as I dropped her suitcases, feeling shit for the way I behaved earlier.

She chuckled, “I know. I just think that we should do this bit by bit, you know. Give each other space.”

I didn’t understand what she was saying, so I said,”Well, we’re going to make dinner for you tonight. It will blow your mind.”

She nodded again, and she looked at my waist below and I could tell what she was driving at. I was so fucking hard, and it was too embarrassing as I had to leave, telling her that I would leave her to it. Then running out of there like a scared little boy to my bathroom thinking the quicker I jerk off and have a cold shower the better.

She’d been here two minutes and all I could think about was getting her over the sofa and fucking her in every which way but loose.

Maybe asking here wasn’t a good idea.

Maybe bringing someone as hot and as tempting as Paula shouldn’t have been on my agenda.

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“Fuck!” It was all burned from the roast chicken I put in the oven, and then there was a game and I found myself distracted by watching it.

To the vegetables that Derek was responsible for, and then he ended up watching the game. To the potatoes that Blake was supposed to be peeling and roasting, and forgot to do both of them. Why? Cause of the game.

Paula came in, in hysterics, as she walked in shorts and a shirt that emphasized every curve of her body. She looked relaxed as if she was at home, with her hair out. Something I’d hardly seen her do since she’d been here.

“Really guys you don’t need to pretend. I bet you never cook. You didn’t have to do it to impress me.”

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