Free Redeeming Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights Book 9) by Kat Cantrell

the other, but she couldn’t seem to calm down long enough to reach the zipper since he’d conveniently left it at the halfway mark at the dead center of her back. Shame.
    “Not that way,” she shot back, her voice a little shaky. “There’s nothing I need you to take care of that requires my dress to be unzipped.”
    That put a smile on his face.
    “I completely disagree.” There was a spot on her shoulder where her flesh was the sweetest, and he’d very much like to put his mouth on it. “But I can make that work if you want to stay dressed.”
    Before she could protest, he crossed the room and shut the door with a soft click and then turned to survey the battlefield. Nothing to be done but clear it.
    “It’s unacceptable to spend your nights with a vibrator when you have so many more options to choose from,” he said, catching her in his sights and holding her fast.
    Her gaze traveled down his length and back again, clearly picking up on the option he’d meant—him. And didn’t hate the idea, whether she’d intended to communicate that or not.
    “I prefer my vibrator.”
    More lies. Her face gave her away, and he was enjoying the raw thrill of watching her slide into the idea of something wholly male in place of her toys.
    “You’ve clearly forgotten how good it was between us.” He advanced on her, and she didn’t back down. Which totally turned him on. “If that’s the case.”
    “Oh, and you’re planning to remind me?” Her eyes flashed as she stood her ground between the desk and the chair, one hand to the valley between her breasts as she held up the dress that just wouldn’t stay put. “We already went through this. In the alleyway, if you recall.”
    “With crystal clarity. That’s why this is so necessary.”
    “What’s necessary?” But the heat in her eyes told him she already knew the answer.
    He didn’t mind spelling it out anyway.
    “For me to touch you,” he murmured. “Inside and out. As deeply as I can go. But that’s just for my benefit, because I should get something out of this too, and I like the way you feel when you’re so hot and wet for me that you can take all of my fingers at once. You need to be so full of me that you don’t think about Anderson ever again.”
    Yes. That was exactly what needed to happen. For every orgasm he gave her, that specter between them would slowly fade until it vanished completely. That was the only thing that would work to banish the third leg of this triangle. It was sheer brilliance.
    She laughed, but it was a poor, thin substitute for the kind of laughter they’d once shared. But this wasn’t about recapturing the paradise they’d fallen into the first time around. It was about getting to the point where he could function while in her presence. About burning off his thick lust for her so he could get back to normal outside her presence, where he didn’t think about her every waking second. And most of the sleeping ones too.
    Once Anderson wasn’t a factor, his heart would stop feeling like it was being run across a cheese grater.
    “Honestly? I don’t think about Jared,” she informed him.
    “Fantastic. Then you’re going to have no problem remembering whose name to scream when I’m tonguing you raw.”
    She shuddered but didn’t blink. Which meant he could see how very much she wanted that radiating from her depths.
    “I’m at work. I don’t intend to do a lot of screaming.”
    Which wasn’t the same thing as saying she wasn’t okay with his head between her legs. “We’ll see about that. Based on your reaction the other day, I can have you climaxing in about five minutes.”
    “I’m not having sex with you.” She held up a finger as he opened his mouth, likely because she knew exactly what he’d been about to say. “And I mean any iteration of it, as I’m aware that you define sex as anyone in the vicinity having an orgasm.”
    He grinned. “Planning to invite some people to watch?”
    Groaning, she