To Seduce a SEAL (Sin City SEALs) by Sara Jane Stone

“I’m not sure that girl belongs in this bedroom,” she murmured. “Trying to talk you out of your underwear. She doesn’t have experience luring a…a man like you into bed.”
    “I’m already on the bed, honey. But if you’re going to join me, please do it because you want me, not my job or the thrill that comes with bedding a SEAL.”
    “No, it’s not like that. I do want you,” she said firmly. She reached for the buttons on her shirt and began freeing them one by one. As her fingers moved, she kept her gaze fixed on him.
    That first night, when she’d brazenly walked out of her bedroom in a maid’s outfit, she’d been looking for a treat. One night with a SEAL. She’d craved the fantasy and the escape. But tonight, she wanted Dante, the man who looked at her as if she was enough. He didn’t need the sequins and the number one hits. He wasn’t here for her music.
    Plus, he was leaving soon. This wasn’t permanent. She didn’t need to find a way to work his crazy schedule into hers—and wait for the moment her career poisoned their relationship.
    “Chrissie?” he asked mildly.
    Her fingers stilled on the last button. “You know this doesn’t go beyond our lessons?”
    He nodded. “I know. But honey, the way I see tonight, it’s like jumping out of a helicopter. If you pause and think long and hard about all the things that could go wrong, or where you’ll land, like in the middle of the freaking ocean, you’d never jump. And you’d be missing out, because the fall is worth it.”
    That look in his dark eyes? That hunger when he spoke about falling through the sky? It felt real and solid like the lyrics to her songs. The man on the bed wanted her , not the fantasy. He wanted to take the leap with her regardless of where they’d end up.
    She pulled her now-unbuttoned shirt free from her skirt, stripped it off, and tossed it aside. Then she released the clasp on her bra, drew the straps down her shoulders, and tossed it in the other direction. “Sorry, I’m not giving you much of a show.”
    “When a beautiful woman starts taking off her clothes, I’m not stupid enough to critique her method,” he said, his gaze fixed on her bare breasts. “This isn’t part of your lessons, honey. Because trust me, I’m going to make damn sure you have the skills to fend off an attacker fully dressed.”
    She reached for her skirt, still bunched at her waist, and wrestled with the zipper. “So I don’t have the ‘How to Striptease In Front of the Bad Guys’ lesson to look forward to?”
    “No. You keep your clothes on in front of your enemies. But you want the secret to getting naked like a SEAL?”
    She nodded as she pushed her skirt down over her hips. It fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out, which left her in low heels and her black silk underwear.
    “Fast,” he said.
    She kicked off her shoes.
    “Good. Now please, take off your panties and get on the bed. Every second that you draw this out? It’s pure torture. The best kind. But I can’t take much more.”
    She hooked her thumbs in the elastic band. “I’ll take mine off if you lose yours.”
    He stood and removed his briefs. His long, thick cock stood ready and waiting for her. She followed his lead and tossed her panties aside. But she kept her gaze fixed on him.
    I did it. I seduced the SEAL.
    And now she got to claim her prize. The man who wanted her. Just her.

Chapter Eleven
    Dante stood naked in the hotel room and stared at the woman who’d won over legions of fans. He felt like a fool opening up to her and telling her that he didn’t want to pretend anymore. But the SEAL and the French maid, the bodyguard and the star, the teacher and the librarian—those sexy-as-hell scenarios all led to meaningless sex. And he’d promised himself no more flings.
    She could be the exception to the rule.
    But Chrissie Tate, country sweetheart, deserved better. She shouldn’t have to be someone else to climb into bed with him. Plus,