Ranger's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 2)

“How did you even know I was here?” I asked, letting my hands fall away. “You aren’t supposed to have a key,” I lectured.

“I was listening. And Hilde was accommodating.” He shirked out of his pants and kicked them off his feet. He walked inside, closing the door behind him.

“I didn’t think you were paying any attention.” I rose slowly from the seat, brushing my nipples against his chest. They hardened at the contact of his skin.

This man did something to me. He made my pulse rapid. He made my breath hitch. He made my head spin.

He tipped my chin upward. “I’m always paying attention.”

His lips crushed mine as our mouths moved in hungry unison, sucking, teasing, biting. His hand palmed my stomach before dipping between my legs. I moaned as he parted my folds with his forceful fingers. I was putting in his hands. Molding and bending to his demands. And it felt so damn good.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to do this in here,” I whispered. “What if Hilde catches us?” I gasped when he pushed a finger inside me.

Jer tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. “You’re cute. Do you know that?” He waggled his eyebrows as worked the remnants of the lacy thong down my thighs.

I threw my arms around his neck. My hips rocked forward. “How cute?” I taunted. My eyes locked on gaze. Sometimes that look was enough to make my insides quiver and vibrate.

Why did Jeremy Hartwell marry me? Why did he choose me for this insane scheme? Why had a gone along with it so easily?

“Fucking edible,” he growled, dropping to his knees.

I smiled.