Free Rogue (SEAL Team: Disavowed Book 1) by Laura Marie Altom

private room was equally as nice. They hadn’t turned lights on, but outside their seventh-floor window, all of Jacksonville twinkled.
    “How do you want to do this?” Nash asked.
    “I don’t know. You’re the guy. I thought you’d figure it out?”
    “Duh. Like I know where to stick it, but do you want it on the bed or the sofa or what?” He looked as stressed as he’d been the first time they’d taken their ACTs.
    “Could you relax? This is supposed to be fun.”
    “I know. Sorry, but the room ended up costing like fifty bucks more than planned, and the front desk guy was all pissy ’cause I didn’t have a credit card.”
    “It’s okay. None of that matters. I know you’re saving for college, so I’ll split the money with you. I want tonight to be special. Don’t you?”
    “Well, yeah. Why else would we be here?”
    “Exactly. So to answer your question, I think we should take a bubble bath together, and then do it on the bed. Sound like a plan?”
    “I’m down.”
    “Good.” She fumbled in the bathroom to turn on the light.
    It was a beautiful space with fancy gold striped wallpaper and a marble countertop with the sink a square bowl that rested on top. The tub was oversized and perfectly white. The house she shared with her mom didn’t have a tub, so the only place she ever got to have a bath was at her grandma’s. Maisey didn’t see her all that often, so this was a big deal. Plus, her grandmother’s tub was pink and not very big and even though she used lots of bubbles, she could always still smell her grandmother’s Bengay.
    Nash’s mom had offered to let her use their tub, but Maisey had been too shy.
    She turned on the taps, adjusting the water so it was nice and warm.
    She reached for the bottle of hotel shampoo to add, but then Nash said, “Wait.”
    He left the bathroom, and came back a minute later with a big, pink bottle of bubble bath champagne. “Thought you’d like this.”
    “I love it!” Grinning, she practically threw herself against him. “I love you.”
    “Love you, too.”
    Maisey poured in a bunch of the strawberry-scented pink liquid, then they kissed some more before taking off their clothes.
    It was funny, they’d seen parts of each other naked, but never all at the same time. Once Nash stripped down to his boxers and Maisey stood in her pink bra and panties, she wasn’t sure what to do next. Did she go all stripper and gyrate and stuff? Or would he take her stuff off? Was she supposed to remove his underwear? Who knew sex was so confusing?
    “You’re, ah, really hot.” While staring at her boobs, Nash’s cheeks turned red.
    “Thanks.” She crossed her arms. “So are you.”
    The water was getting pretty high. Bubbles toppled over the tub and onto the white marble-tile floor.
    “Guess we should turn that off?” he said.
    “Probs.”
    They both knew the simple task needed to be done, yet neither moved—at least until a huge sheet of bubbles avalanched onto Maisey’s freshly-manicured toes.
    Nash bolted into action, cutting off the water, then reaching low to pull up the stopper.
    When he stood, and once again faced her, she gasped and covered her gaping mouth with her hands. “Look at your . . .”
    His hard thingee had sprung free of his boxers, and stuck out straight.
    “Geez . . .” He turned his back to her and she watched in the mirror while he tried shoving it back in. It didn’t want to go.
    “Nash, stop.”
    “What? It’s not like I can help it.”
    “Did I say I wanted you to?”Maisey walked around him, and touched it, curious to finally see what she’d been holding and tugging and caressing all these years. Lots of times she’d felt it in the dark front seat of his old truck, but never seen it out and proud. She cupped her hands around him, surprised by how smooth and hot it was.
    She knelt, and out of curiosity, licked the tip. It tasted salty.
    “Jesus, Mais . . .” He lurched backwards. “You can’t go doing stuff like