Page 46 of Special Ops Seduction

Then his mouth was at her ear.

“Camera,” he said, a low growl that she could feel work its way through her, like pure need. “On the painting.”

Jonas didn’t give her a chance to look, or respond.

He took her mouth again, long and drugging and demanding. “We’re being watched.”

Twelve

It was hard to keep his mind where it should have been, something that had never happened to Jonas before. Ever. Yet even as he recognized that he was being pulled out of his usual level of focus on the operation, he could feel a different kind of intensity click into place between Bethan and him.

She smiled at him as if he’d just handed her the California sun in the middle of an Alaskan winter, then arched her body into his. And he was sure that to anyone filming this, she looked abandoned and seductive. All about pure sensation.

But he could feel every bit of tension in her body.

And somehow, that made it all that much hotter.More dangerous, something in him insisted, because he couldn’t seem to help himself from responding. But this wasn’t the time to worry about these things that shouldn’t be happening between them. The things he certainly shouldn’t be feeling. Or wanting. Orneedingwhen God knew, he’dlearned long ago never toneedanything, because that led straight to the kind of addictions that had laid waste to his entire—

Bethan leaned in and bit his ear.

Hard.

And when he stared at her in amazement—and the kind of temper he could feel pulse in him, everywhere—she only grinned.

“I want to go get in the hot tub,” she said.

Jonas was horrified to realize he was having trouble keeping track of all the things that should have been like second nature to him, because there was that sting in his ear and her body against his, and he was... short-circuiting.

Because, of course, utilizing the hot tub out on their patio was an excellent idea. Such an excellent idea that he wasn’t sure why it hadn’t occurred to him already. If their rooms had cameras in them, that was one thing. People who bugged rooms, in Jonas’s experience, rarely bugged outside areas as well, because the quality of received sound was so inconsistent.

That all flashed through him, the way it should. But what he was really thinking about was the fact that Bethan was... playing with him.

As if that were what was important here.

And he couldn’t seem to think about anything else as she spun around, executing a delightfully girlie sort of spin that belonged in the kind of romantic movies he didn’t watch. It brought home how lithe and pretty she was. How perfectly shaped—and not just to run missions or carry heavy things or decisively end attempts to assault her.

She was graceful, as tough as she was lovely, and Jonas should never, ever have touched her. Because now that he had, he couldn’t seem to shove her back where she belonged. He couldn’t seem to access that space in his head where he could gloss right over how beautiful she was every day, and focus only on what she could do as part of the Alaska Force team.

Bethan grabbed his hand, tugging him with her, and it took him a moment to process the sound she was making while she did it.

Giggling.

Bethan Wilcox wasgiggling, which in any other circumstance he would have taken as clear evidence that the world was ending. He had to remind himself that she was in character. She was playing this flirty, giggly role to the hilt, and he knew that meant that he should be doing the same.

His job was all he had. All he was. So why wasn’t he doing it?

This was the trouble with all those feelings he’d told her with such confidence he didn’t have. He didn’t want any part of them. This confusion. These signals canceling each other out, so he couldn’t entirely tell if he was playing her lover, or if he only wanted to be her lover when he shouldn’t, or why it seemed he had to choose between that and the capacity todo his freaking jobthe way he should.

It was that last part that got through to him, finally. He didn’t actually slap himself across the face, because that would hardly play well on camera for whoever was watching. But he followed her willingly enough as she tugged him into the master bedroom, flicking on lights as she went, then led him out onto the patio and the hot tub that waited there.

Jonas waited until she turned on the jets, then pulled her close, getting his face near enough to hers.

Near enough that it made him think that kissing her again was a great idea, when he knew better.Handle yourself. “There’s another camera in the bedroom.”

“The patio looks clear,” she responded, apparently not hearing the growl in his voice.

And they both grinned widely at each other, as if they were whispering words of sex and devotion.

She ran back inside, still giggling madly, calling out something about towels. Merrily.

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