Free A SEAL's Fantasy by Tawny Weber

patted the table in appreciation for it blocking her view of his lap.
    “Look, I’m not trying to mess up your life. This really is for your own good. There are guys out there who will hurt you in a major way. I have orders to prevent that. So why don’t you settle in, call it a holiday and enjoy yourself?” Castillo flashed those dimples, his tone so reasonable that Lara almost nodded before the words hit her brain.
    Seriously? She was an assignment to him, and that was it? How ego smashing was that? Here she was, her panties wet and her lips still tingling from his kiss. She was sneaking peaks at his package and weaving lusty fantasies about the various ways she’d like to use his body as a sex toy. And he saw her as an obligation.
    Not sure if she wanted to throw a tantrum or strip naked and show him what he was missing, Lara threw herself into the chair instead. She bit her lip, then figuring she’d rather he not know how crazy horny he’d gotten her before easily stepping back, Lara made a show of eating her cold potato.
    She debated her options. Staying here in a hotel room with the guy was the suckiest one. But what were her choices?
    He said she was in danger but he hadn’t said why. Because, what? Her brother was a jerk?
    Every minute that ticked by eked away a little more of the horror that’d been her apartment experience. Sure, some creeps had trashed the place. And yeah, someone had been hauled out. But that didn’t mean the creeps had actually hurt someone. There were old people in the building. But Castillo had rushed her out so fast, spouting his conspiracy theory so convincingly, that she hadn’t verified a damned thing.
    She made a show of eating, sneaking peeks at the man across from her every few seconds. If he was peeking at her, he had a lot of skill at hiding it. Instead, all of his attention was on his phone, reading whatever the hell was on there. Maybe more instructions on how to mess with her life.
    Not gonna happen, Lara decided. She set the fork down, determined to take off at the first opportunity. Those goons might be something of a threat. But she figured Castillo was a bigger one. The goons might try to hurt her. But the gorgeous guy with dimples across from her? A guy with a mouth and hands like his could devastate her without any effort at all.
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    D OMINIC SCROLLED THROUGH his messages, putting all his focus on ignoring the woman sitting across from him.
    He’d never blown a mission. And as much as he appreciated women in all their various forms of entertainment, he’d never let one interfere while he was on duty.
    Hell, he couldn’t remember ever even thinking about one while he was in uniform. Maybe that was the problem—he was in civilian clothes and not officially on duty. Sure, his dog tags were hanging from his neck, but clearly they weren’t enough. Pursing his lips, he tapped a few keys on his phone, looking for a surplus store nearby. A camo tee, a cap, maybe they’d help.
    Better yet, he could get a tent and wrap the sexy brunette in it. Maybe she’d be less tempting buried in yards of fabric.
    Mocking that thought, his brain immediately went to a vision of Lara on stage, dancing in feathers and a few scraps of fabric. Long silky legs, her flat abs glittering and her lips glistening wet.
    Those lips that tasted like sugar, addicting and delicious.
    That body, a perfect fit against his with all her exquisite curves and tempting angles.
    His body hardened, dick pressed painfully against his zipper. Hell, he’d barely kissed her. His hands hadn’t left her waist. But he was reacting as if she’d gone down on him while she was wearing thigh-high stiletto boots and glossy red lipstick.
    Nope. He figured he could wrap her in a submarine and she’d still be pure temptation.
    “Yo, soldier boy. I said this isn’t going to work for me,” Lara said.
    Her irritated tone made Dominic want to grin, but he manfully held back.
    “Sailor,