Free A SEAL's Surrender (Alpha SEALs Book 3) by Makenna Jameison Page B

This is old news—a decade old.  That ship has sailed.”
    “Right.  That’s why you’re always bitching about your ex from California.  Because you’re over her,” Mike laughed.
    “Both of you can go to hell,” Christopher muttered.
    “You’re welcome,” Patrick smirked, starting to walk away.
    “Already on my way,” Mike quipped.
    Christopher stalked out of the locker room, biting out a curse.  He should’ve known his advice to Patrick all those months ago would come back to bite him in the ass.  Since when was he a goddamn expert on relationships?  Lexi wouldn’t get in the way of anything.  She wasn’t even on his radar enough to get in the way.  Maybe their night together was just him blowing off some steam, scratching an itch that had been bothering him for a decade.  That shit didn’t mean anything.  It sure the fuck didn’t mean he couldn’t do his job.  Jesus.
    He stormed down the hall, clenching his fists.  Maybe they could solve this shit today and Lexi would be on her way back to her office at the Pentagon by nightfall.  She’d walk out of his life, and he’d move on.  Again.
    Fucking hell.
    Maybe if he didn’t have to worry about being near her he could actually breathe again.  Maybe his pulse would stop pounding and his body wouldn’t be on full-blown alert.  His chest clenched just thinking about sitting across the table from her all morning long.  He’d gone years, years, without seeing her, and now he’d finally be able to feast his eyes on her for hours on end?
    Hell.
    How was he supposed to look and not touch when he’d just spent an entire night with her wrapped around him?  How was he supposed to play it cool when hours ago his cock had been buried so deeply in her tight heat he barely knew where he stopped and she began?
    He didn’t need a cup of coffee to clear his head, he needed a whole damn pot.  And quite possibly a cold shower.  Jesus.

Chapter 8
     
    Lexi sank into a chair in the conference room, glancing at the clock on the wall.  Fifteen minutes until go time.  She’d give a brief rundown of what she’d already presented yesterday to the top brass and then get into the nitty-gritty, working with the IT staff to pinpoint the source of the attempted hacking.  A day spent looking at lines of code and tracking down IP addresses that likely jumped all over the world might yield minimal results.  They’d have to dig deeper and stop this before it became a political fiasco.  No one wanted sensitive, Top Secret military information getting into the wrong hands.
    She groaned.
    It was going to be a freaking long day.
    Downing the last of the large black coffee she’d picked up on her drive over, she tossed the empty cup into the trash can.  She needed about five more of those with the lack of sleep she’d gotten last night.  Running into Christopher at Anchors had left her mind spinning in circles, and having him chase her down and haul her back to her hotel room had sent her reeling.  When he’d spun her around on the sidewalk, capturing her in a kiss, suddenly she’d been nineteen again, smitten with the hunky Navy SEAL.
    At least she’d be stuck in the conference and server rooms all day—less chance of running into Christopher or any of his SEAL buddies.  If anything, the man was even more attuned to her body than years ago.  Be it experience, age, or just their earth-shattering connection, he’d sent her flying higher than ever before.  Last night had felt good—too good.  With his hot lips on hers and thick length stroking her inside, she’d barely been able to breathe.  She didn’t want to pick up where they’d left off years ago; she didn’t need a man like him in her life.  Not someone who overwhelmed her, consumed her, and then broke her damn heart.
    Maybe her mind had short-circuited last night, but if she saw him again while she was in town, she’d steer clear.  No sense in letting him think they were going for round