Ranger's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 2)

Her eyes opened and stopped in front of the master suite. “I want this, Reid. This is what I’ve always wanted.”

My chest contorted with the pain I had caused her. The pain I had put us through.

“It’s yours.”

10

Abi

I knew he didn’t like my idea. It was clear from the scowl on his face, but Reid swore this time we listened to each other. It wasn’t a one-way street anymore.

I felt as if we were in an armored vehicle as we rolled out from the Big Bear cabin. It was possible, it was. Reid had access to the most elite security devices and systems. During dinner last night he explained how his first private security contract landed him a million dollars. After that, he branched out, moving into body armor, weapons, and cyber tech.

His hand was on my thigh. He dug into his suit jacket and held up my phone.

“I get it back?” I asked.

“Unfortunately, yes.” There was a line between his eyebrows. “But I encrypted it. So if any of those emails come in, they automatically alert my phone. Nothing goes through Ralph anymore.”

“Did you tell him this?”

“Ralph is going to learn there is a new set of rules.”

I eyed Reid. “He isn’t trying to get in your way, you know. He has a job to do.”

“Good. Then we should be on the same page.”

“That means you’re going to my dress fittings?” I teased.

He laughed. “I’ve been to a few of those.”

I saw the glimmer in his eyes. My cheeks heated. The first time we had sex was in a dressing room. The seamstress had left me with a broken zipper and no way out of the beaded fabric. I had called for help and Reid had run in thinking I was in actual distress. The way he looked at me, I didn’t have to ask for help with the zipper. He was going to devour me. We had been dancing around it for months.

Sexual tension like that was tangible. I knew it was going to get us in trouble when I hired him.

He locked the dressing room door. Within minutes, the designer gown was on the floor and Reid was buried inside me. I’d never experienced anything like him. A man so primal. So raw with his emotion. He was strong and powerful. My heart never had a chance.

“Madame Karina isn’t going to like it if you defile her Oscar dress.”

“What about the dressing room?” His voice was flat.

I swallowed hard. Oh, God. What was he doing? His fingers rounded to the inside of my thigh.

“You don’t want to be responsible for an old woman’s heart attack.”

His fingers ran under my skirt, sliding under my panties.

I closed my eyes, leaning into the leather seat for support.

“No. I don’t.”

He pushed a finger inside me and a squirmed. “Or our driver’s,” I argued.

“The shield is up. He won’t know a thing.”

He sank another finger inside me, curling it upward.

“Oh shit,” I hissed.