Conceit (Se7en Deadly SEALs Book 1)
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I popped his jeans open, his huge cock freed, standing at full attention. He still never wore underwear, it seemed. That at least hadn’t changed. My hand grasped his beautiful cock, harder, thicker, and longer than I remembered, but then again, I’d never seen it from this viewpoint.
“Suck me.”
I obeyed, responding to his orders. But despite his words, his dominance, I was in control. I wrapped my palm around his base, and swirled my tongue along his length. He groaned, his eyes hooded.
“Harder, babe.”
My mouth clamped down on his cock, sucking as strongly as I could. He tasted spicy and a tad sweet—like chili and chocolate. I wanted to drink him up, please him, make him need me again.
A groan left his lips, his back arched. “Deeper, Ksenya. Fuck.”
He didn’t know I was Mia. I was Ksenya to him. It almost made me cry, knowing he wasn’t in any way thinking of me. He was simply using yet another woman to give him pleasure. My heart ached.
Despite that, I also felt a measure of pride. He liked what I was doing. My confidence rose. The power over him caused a flutter in my stomach. My panties were soaked, wanting more, wanting to feel this same strong cock inside me, filling up any space between us.
He was pulsing inside my mouth. I gripped his thighs, pulling him deeper into my throat.
His hand pressed on the back of my head. “Ksenya, stop, I…”
I had no intention of stopping. He was mine. My man. Forever. I wanted to be the only woman to make him feel this way.
He exploded into my mouth, and I lapped his salty cum up, wanting to taste every last drop of him. A lazy grin spread across his face.
“You’re incredible.” He pulled me up from the floor, placed his arms around the swell of my back. “Your turn.”
No. No way. I needed to remain in control. I’d won the first round, no reason to give in now. I fought the desire to feel his tongue devour me like I was his last meal. “Tonight it was for you.”
He didn’t fight me, gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Stay with me?”
I nodded, wrapped myself in his arms. This was the only way I could spend time with him, so I would treasure it and lock it away.
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I GAZED AT THE GIRL in my arms, purring beside me. She’d just given me an amazing blowjob, though I could tell she wasn’t that experienced. She seemed nervous at first, almost shy. And she asked for nothing in return.
I wiped the sleep out of my eyes, restless but afraid to move and wake her. What was her deal? She wasn’t a typical stripper. She wasn’t asking for anything—money, a commitment, not even love. I didn’t have a fucking clue what she wanted from me. There had to be a catch.
Her body flipped over, and I escaped from the bed. I glanced around my bedroom, typical bachelor pad; any trace of a woman had been erased. My eyes focused on a picture of Joaquín. We’d survived Hell Week together, vowed to hold each other up, never let each other quit. Then he’d slept with a stripper and she’d wound up dead. How could I be dumb enough to tempt fate and allow a stripper in my bed too?
A pain grew in the back of my throat. I hated myself for not being there for him in his hour of need.
Just a few years ago, my life had been filled with such purpose. My inner circle was tight, and I’d been secure in my path.
Now I knew that nobody was who he or she appeared to be. Not my fellow SEALs or this stripper slumbering in my bed. I trusted no one. Not even myself.
I opened the sliding glass door, prepared to prevent Hero from barking at Ksenya and jumping all over the bed—the way he always greeted a stranger.
Hero bounced in the door, his nose sniffing Ksenya’s scent. But he didn’t jump. A friendly bark, and he lay at the end of the bed, Ksenya curled in a ball on the mattress above him. He’d never done that with any girl I’d brought home.
Except for Mia.
I studied the chick in front of me. She and Mia were the same height, but any resemblance ended there. Mia was soft and round, with tiny breasts and a perky butt; Ksenya was lean and sculpted, with tig ol’ bitties and a plump ass. Mia had hazel eyes with flecks of gold, and Ksenya had chocolate brown eyes.
But I’d noticed the outline of her contacts in the moonlight earlier. Ksenya bites her lips when she’s nervous. When she smiles, her mouth curls at the edge. On the left side. Like Mia.
A crazy thought flashed through my head—what if Mia hadn’t been fucking kidding about transforming herself to exonerate Joaquín? Could she possibly be that insane to get plastic surgery to fool me? Mia had been in school for acting. I’d never seen her onstage since I’d always been too busy training. It was impossible for her to be that great of an actress, wasn’t it?
She had vanished—I’d even called her roommates, and they said they didn’t have a clue where she went. But I knew she would never abandon her brother, ever. Even though she had turned her back on me.
No way. No fucking way.
But, it was hard to ignore Hero’s reaction to her. He almost seemed to…know her. Surely it couldn’t be? Was this a game? From the outset, Ksenya had targeted me. But why? Did she suspect me of killing Tiffany? Did she want to use me to find out who did? She wasn’t in it to fuck me. Otherwise the deed would have been done already.
You’re crazy, Grant. Not everything is a conspiracy. After BUD/S, it took me months to walk down the street and not look at everyone as a potential threat. I was clearly paranoid.
There was only one way to know for sure.
I had to fuck her.
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Chronic:
Episode Two in the Se7en Deadly SEALs Series
I DON’T TRUST THE NAKED woman asleep in my bed, the one with the bombshell body and eerily symmetrical face. The edge of her mouth curls when she smiles, she smells like citrus, she bites her lips when she lies.
This imposter is lying to me—she claims she’s a Ukrainian stripper named Ksenya, but I’d bet my Trident that she’s my ex-girlfriend Mia, her face and body masked with plastic surgery. Her brother is in jail for murdering a stripper, and she must have kept her promise that she’d stop at nothing to exonerate him.
But I’m not going to call her bluff. Hell, no. I’m going to play her game, test her strength, see how far she’s willing to go to keep up this ruse.
My beloved girl who shuddered at the thought of lowering her inhibitions is playing my game now. She wants to get wild? I will fulfill her every fantasy.
But I control the game now, not her. It will end when I say it ends.
I’m a Navy SEAL, and I will be the last one standing.
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I’LL BE HONEST WITH YOU—I’m no hero. Sure, the media tries to brand every Navy SEAL as some kind of Batman dressed in cammies. There’s even a line in one of our cadences: Superman is the man of steel, he ain’t no match for Navy SEAL. You’ve seen the movies—we’re infallible, invaluable, invincible. But that night, the one you read about in the papers … all I really wanted to do was get laid.
One harmless fuck with an Aruban whore, no strings attached. I picked her out of a lineup—wild, dark hair, long legs and a crooked smile. After she sucked me off, I relaxed back onto the creaky, cum-stained cot, thankful for the blissful moments she gave me when I actually forgot for a second the faces of my buddies who died because I made the wrong call, the tears of the children I couldn’t save, and the eyes of the enemies I slaughtered during their last seconds of life.
But before I left, her hazel eyes peered into my soul. She whispered in a distinct Californian accent, “My name is Annie Hamilton. I’m an American citizen. I was kidnapped on spring break five years ago. You’re my l
ast hope. Please save me.”
One desperate plea. This wasn’t a Hollywood blockbuster or a New York Times best-selling thriller. I knew this time there was no room for excuses, no margin for errors. I had one chance to put on the cape and be her hero.
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I WOULD LIKE TO THANK my husband, Roger. Thank you for entertaining our children for hours on end when I write. I love you.
To Nicole Blanchard. I would’ve given up writing this year without you. Thank you for staying up all night plotting with me, your endless patience for my what ifs, your amazing teasers.
To my cover designer, Regina Wamba. I love you!!!!!!
I would like to thank my editors for believing in this book.
Karen Dale Harris—my book psychologist! You are brilliant! Thanks for your amazing attention to detail, your characterization and fixing my conflict.
Megan McKeever for your excitement on this project.
Deb Nemeth for hyping up the suspense.
Marion Archer for making me go deeper with Mia.
Julie Titus—for your amazing formatting.
To my two beautiful sons, Connor and Caleb, for your hugs and smiles that brighten my every day.
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My sister-in-law Susie Chulick, for encouraging me to keep going.
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ALANA ALBERTSON IS A MULTI-AWARD winning author and the President Elect of Romance Writers of America’s Contemporary Romance Chapter, as well as former President of both the Chick Lit and Young Adult chapters. She holds a Masters of Education from Harvard and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes new adult romantic suspense. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two young sons, and four dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through her rescue Pugs N Roses, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team. Please visit her website at www.alanaalbertson.com
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