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Happy Valentines Day!

My story SEAL's DESIRE in the SEALed WITH A KISS boxed set is about a Valentine's Date gone bad, SEAL style!

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Blurb:

Elle James—SEAL's Desire

 
Back from deployment, Navy SEAL Remy LaDue’s planned Valentine’s Day date with NCIS agent Mitchell Sanders runs amuck when he finds her undercover as a sexy stripper at a local lounge. Remy and his team join forces with Mitchell to find a missing woman and discover a human trafficking organization in the darkest heart of Virginia Beach

Excerpt:

She held on, her fingernails digging into his skin, desperate to bring him closer, as if she could make him a part of her. Mitchell flung back her head and cried out as Remy thrust one last time, burying himself deep inside. 

As she floated back to earth, he dropped to the mattress beside her, turning her with him, maintaining their connection, his cock still hard and stiff inside her body.

She lay for several minutes in his arms, savoring the warmth of his embrace but knowing she couldn't stay. "I have to go."

His arms tightened around her. "Stay with me."

"I can't." Mitchell pried his arms loose and stood beside the bed, staring down at his naked male form, tempted to hop back in and cuddle against the warmth of his brawny body. But she couldn't. "If Hatch or one of his snitches is watching my place, they'll begin to wonder why I haven't come home. I need to be there."

Remy leaned up on an elbow. "I have your GPS data. You're not running this op alone."

She nodded. "I don't want you hurt in the process."

"I can hold my own."

"These guys are dangerous."

"And Al-Qaeda isn't?" He chuckled, his face ruggedly appealing, the sparkle in his eyes making her want to kiss him again.

Her chest contracted and she squeezed her fingers into a fist, refusing to give in to desire again. "You do realize that I can't text, call or contact you. Too risky."

"I understand." He stood and brushed a strand of hair from her face then pulled her into the circle of his arms. "Take care of yourself, darlin'. I don't want to lose you, now that I've found you again."

"Goes both ways." She leaned into him, reveling in his heat. His hands were so big, rough and yet gentle. Mitchell could get used to having them all over her body, all of the time. If everything went according to her plan, she hoped she'd get that chance. Soon. "We have so much to talk about when this is all over."