Page 3 of My Grumpy SEAL

He stares at me again, more intensely and I tighten my thighs. He growls deeply, “Fuck it.”

His lips are on mine before I realize what is happening. God they are soft!

He grips my thigh tighter as sparks and excitement leave a hot trail through me. He leaves my lips to trail kisses down the side of my jaw before going down to my neck. His actions cause me to moan and I slap a hand to my mouth.

He chuckles into my neck. “We’re just getting started.”

Oh, God. The promises behind those words have me tightening my thighs again. He growls and pushes them apart. “We need to get rid of these shorts.” I completely agree. In one deft move, he lifts me and places me on top of the counter. He starts to tug at my shorts and I lift my hips in assistance. Thanks to the fall earlier, I have no pants on and am completely open to his intense gaze.

Feeling self-conscious under his gaze, I take the initiative and stroke myself. “Like what you see?” His gaze turns to me and my breath hitches at intensity in them. I press harder and moan. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”

He reaches for his erection, already prominent through his shorts. I slip in a second finger and moan harder. I stroke harder and throw my head back in ecstasy as I cum on my fingers.

Feeling more confident than I should, I gesture at his erection. “Need a hand with that?” I hop off the counter and lower myself till I am facing his bulge. I stroke it through his shorts and he moans. Emboldened, I pull his shorts down and he springs out. “That looks painful,” I say and stroke my thumb on the tip.

“I don’t like being teased,” he growls.

Slowly I take him in my mouth and wrap my tongue around him, relishing every moan and gasp of breath. I savor his salty taste until he releases himself. I look up at him and smile, wiping my mouth.

“What next?” I ask.

He raises a brow. “Ever had beach sex?”

CHAPTER2

JAKE

“Mr. Hunt, Mr. Levine is here to see you,” my secretary says over the phone and I sigh. The last thing I need is listening to Harry rave about how stressful planning a wedding is this morning, especially when it feels like someone is banging on my brain with a hammer. But will this reduce how frequently I consume alcohol? No.

Harry barges into my office, banging the door behind him and I wince. Maybe, just one month of abstinence from the liquor, I think.

“She doesn’t like the flower arrangement and it’s my fault,” Harry exclaims. “She picked out the damn flowers herself!”

“I don’t understand how that affects me,” I grumble, reaching for a cup of water and painkillers.

Harry pouts, “You are my best friend. Who else am I supposed to complain to?”

Believe me, I care about Harry a lot; I care about him so much that he is having his wedding at my resort. I am very actively involved in this wedding. “Sorry, I just have a really bad headache.”

Harry narrows his eyes at me. “You went out drinking yesterday, didn’t you?”

A small smile plays on my lips when I remember the event of last night. It’s been a while since I let loose that much.

“Wait, you are smiling. Did something else happen last night?” He raises his finger as if thinking and narrows his eyes more at me, though I don’t believe the human eyes can get any narrower. “You had a drinking partner? Maybe you made a new friend?”

She was a partner, yes, in more ways than one.

“Wait,” Harry yells and I wince again. “You had sex last night!” He gasps at his revelation and my smile widens involuntarily.

“Oh my, you really had sex last night. With whom, was it any good?” He immediately takes the seat opposite me and leans towards me with his head in his palms. “I want all the details.”

“I don’t kiss and tell, asshole and you should focus on planning your wedding,” I tell him, but he is already off in his head trying to piece everything together.

He stares hard at the ceiling. “You are too strict to have an outside the office affair with your staff. So it’s either a one night stand, relapse sex with an ex, or someone I don’t know. It can’t be relapse sex because you are definitely not stupid enough…unless…” He looks at me suspiciously.

“Stephanie is in New York, dumbass,” I tell him and regret it immediately. Why am I helping him?

“Then a one night stand. It’s been a while since I had one of those.” A look of longing covers his face before he focuses his attention on me again. “So how was it?”

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