Page 48 of Hot SEAL, Under Pressure

“Money. We’ve already got extra cameramen on the clock out there on rented boats to film the race.

“Shit.” He bit out the cuss. “This water is dangerous.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” Stefan asked.

Jonas nodded. “I’ve got a buddy who just went through BUD/S. He told me some stories.”

“And you’re going to let these women go out there anyway?”

Jonas pressed his lips together. “I’m not in charge.”

Frustrated, Stefan huffed out a breath. “I hope whoever is in charge doesn’t regret it.”

He spun on the sand and stalked back to their campsite where Shelly had listened, mostly.

She’d waited there for him, but she was up on her feet, pacing. And she’d changed into her swimsuit. He could see it beneath her T-shirt.

A one piece, thank God, and not some sexy bikini she’d lose all or part of in the surf.

“Any chance they’re going to provide wetsuits for the swimmers?” he asked.

That wouldn’t help with the rough water, but it would keep her warmer and keep her from getting scraped up.

One big wave crashed extra hard against the shore. Like an exclamation point punctuating the unspoken danger of the Pacific before a storm.

“I don’t know,” she finally answered, her fear clear.

“Let’s go find out.” When she didn’t move, he reached out and took her hand. “It’s going to be okay.”

She looked as if she didn’t believe him. He couldn’t blame her. After one final squeeze, he gave her a little tug then released her hand and strode toward the rally point.

When they arrived at the circle of strategically placed logs where they all sat for group filming, he stopped and breathed in relief. Each log had a wet suit laid out. Along with short swim fins, goggles and an open water buoy to be strapped onto the swimmer for safety so they could be located easier in an emergency.

Feeling slightly better about this swim, but not much, he said, “Come on. Let’s get you dressed.”

ChapterNineteen

“Inever wore a wet suit. Or fins,” Shelly admitted.

Of course, she hadn’t. Because why would she have?

Stefan scowled. It was just one more thing the producers of this show should have thought of before scheduling this challenge.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you.”

Getting into a wet suit could be challenging.

Getting someone else into one was even more so. Especially when that someone had soft curves he shouldn’t be touching as he helped her yank it up her body.

One inch at a time he wrestled the tight suit up one leg, then the other. It was slow going. Not to mention embarrassing for both of them as he tugged two fists full of fabric between her thighs.

“I—I can do it.” She reached for the fabric and he hissed as she dug her nails into it.

“Stop. Your nails… Just let me do it.”

He finished with her legs. But there was still her shapely hips and ass. And her tits. Jesus.

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