"This might just be heaven," I muse out loud, giving him a lopsided grin.

My big, bad, scary beast flashes a happy smile right back at me. We haven't worked out all our issues-haven't talked about what comes next, or later on down the road, but I'm not thinking too hard about that. I'm just happy that I've let myself have him, for now or for however long he'll have me, and I'm not overthinking it.

Too much.

I mean, I worry. He's insane, and something is happening at work, something huge and dark that makes him restless. It's why we're going to Miami, but he keeps saying he just has a couple of meetings. And when I showed him my bikini, he promised to make them as short as possible.

Three days away from Washington. Away from my family and press that recognizes me and mostly away from work.

This foot rub is just the beginning of what is going to be the best weekend ever.

Cole lifts my right leg, smoothing his big, rough palm up the back of my calf.

"Stop looking up my skirt," I grumble.

"Stop wearing bright blue panties that scream rip me off'."

"We don't have enough time..." I whisper the denial at the same time as he tugs the fabric aside, totally revealing me for a liar. I'm aching for his touch, my s.e.x swollen and wet, and we both know it won't take long to get me off.

"Hold this," he whispers right back, a wolfish expression on his face as he wraps my fingers around the embara.s.singly damp crotch of my underwear. I grip it tightly, watching from under heavy eyelids as he presses my thighs further apart, putting me on display for him.

Over his shoulder, I see a shadow move in the hallway to the galley kitchen where the flight attendant has been this whole time.

"I think someone's watching," I whisper, a nervous thrill rocketing through me.

"Is that a problem?" Cole asks, his voice low and rumbly. He doesn't look back, or up at me.

"No," I breathe, surprising myself. I'm not sure if I like it for me, or for him. "Do you like that idea?"

He slides first two, then three fingers into me, stretching me wide. "Only if you do."

"Just watching?" My voice cracks as he strokes me inside, rubbing my G-spot with each thrust of his hand.

"Definitely." He glances up at me, his face all seriousness now. "I don't think I'd share well. Not when it comes to you. This p.u.s.s.y is all mine."

"Okay."

He smiles at me, pure s.e.x now, as he twists his hand, bringing his thumb to my c.l.i.t. "Let her see you come, Hailey. Let her see how much you like riding my hand. Let her see how f.u.c.king beautiful you are, spread open like this."

I arch my back, rocking my pelvis against his thumb. "That feels so good."

"It looks good." He leans over me, taking my mouth in a kiss. "Come on, beautiful. Feel even better."

"I do," I pant as the screws twist inside me. Higher and higher I climb, rocking against his thumb, pushed by the insistent rhythm of his fingers deep inside my body.

"I'm going to f.u.c.k your a.s.s tonight, Hailey." Cole's breath is coming as fast and hard as mine now, and this is just for us. His words are just for me. "I'm going to finger you like this, in your a.s.s, until you're loose and ready for me, and then I'm going to fill you with my come. I'm going to mark you as mine, everywhere."

That visual burns me up, because I know what that feels like now.

When he came inside me the first time, I hadn't expected how long it would still be running out of me.

Or how hot I'd get when I thought about it after the fact.

"I am yours," I whisper. "Always."

"Love that, beautiful." He nips at my lip. "Love that so much. G.o.d, look at you. Glazed eyes. Wet p.u.s.s.y. My good girl..." His voice drifts as I seize around him, coming hard and fast in the end.

He kisses me again, over and over again as he cleans me up. I wriggle out of those bright blue panties that started it all, because they're soaked.

"Your turn," I murmur, reaching for the erection straining at the front of his cargo pants.

He snags my hand and brings my fingers to his mouth. "No time now. Besides, I told you. I've got plans for you later."

"I can't wait." We exchange a secret smile as the pilot's voice crackles through the intercom, instructing us we're about to begin our descent and we should buckle up.

Once we land, the jet rolls right up to the small airport office. We step onto the portable staircase, Cole first. I stop at the top, tipping my face to the sunshine.

"It's so lovely and warm," I gush at the bottom as Cole takes my hand.

"I should have a car waiting on the other side of the building," he says, grinning. Behind us, a staff person collects our bags and follows along.

I'm painfully aware of the fact that I'm not wearing any underwear, and as we step into the modern gla.s.s building, the air-conditioning brushing against my bare skin everywhere, I squeeze Cole's hand. "I just need to freshen up a minute, okay?"

We're almost at the concierge desk, and I blush when the pretty dark-haired woman behind the counter looks at me. Can she tell? G.o.d, I need to get better at this good girl/dirty girl routine.

Cole waves his hand and the cart behind us stops. I snag my carry-on bag, which has an emergency change of clothes in it, and dart into the ladies room, which is just as nice as the rest of the private airport-two big stalls and a shared sink area.

Just in case my boyfriend might get any ideas in the car ride, I swap out the jean skirt I was wearing for a pair of white capris that go just as well with the turquoise tank top I've got on under my linen jacket.

Back at the sink, I pull out my make-up bag. I'm retouching my lipstick when the concierge lady comes in.

"Hi," I smile at her.

She smiles back. "h.e.l.lo, Ms. Reid."

"I'll just be another minute."

"Take all the time you need. He'll appreciate the effort."

I resist the urge to eye-roll at her. Polite conversation is one thing, but really, that's none of her business. I lean forward, taking one last quick inspection look in the mirror.

A weird feeling slides through my gut at the same time I see her edge toward me. But when I glance her way, she just smiles and murmurs something about the towels on the other side of me.

I don't notice the needle, but I sure as h.e.l.l feel the pinch as it slides into my arm. I just have enough time to think about yelling, but it comes out like a deadened cough before the syringe bounces to the floor and her hand slides over my mouth.

"Hush, baby girl," she whispers as my eyelids flutter shut. "The Master is waiting for you."

TO BE CONTINUED.

Hate f.u.c.k: part three, the gripping conclusion of this serial, will come out soon! To get your hands on an Advance Review Copy, make sure you a part of Ainsley's Angels on Facebook or subscribe to Ainsley's newsletter.

-also by ainsley booth-.

contemporary military romance.

writing as.

- ZOE YORK -.

THE SEALS UNDONE SERIES.

The SEALs Undone series started with the story you're about to read an excerpt from, Fall Out. I wrote this for the first SEALS OF SUMMER military romance superbundle in early 2014. It was my first foray into military romance, where I fell in love with Navy SEALs.

I named this series SEALs Undone because that's exactly what happens. Big, tough Navy SEALs are undone by the women they fall hard for. These stories are light on conflict, big on romance, and short enough to read in a single night.

I hope you enjoy!.

~ Zoe York (Ainsley Booth's contemporary romance alter-ego).

SEALS UNDONE.

Fall Out Drew & Annie.

Fall Hard Jared & Ca.s.sie.

Fall Away Trick & Gaby.

Fall Deep Miles & Piper (newsletter exclusive serial! Sign up today!).

Fall Fast Nathan & Emme (exclusively available in the LOL #3 Anthology).

- FALL OUT -..

Drew Castle is a Navy SEAL with a bad case of indifference. Until Annie Martin shows up on his doorstep, scared out of her mind, and all of a sudden, keeping her safe becomes the most important mission of his life.

And this time, he's on his own.

- AN EXCERPT -.

Drew grabbed Annie's hand and they took off for the taxi. He resisted the urge to just pick her up and sprint. Behind them, the door slammed shut, and he didn't hear it open again before they reached the car. He whipped open the door, surprising the driver mid-bite. "Sorry to interrupt your breakfast, bub, but I'll make it worth your while. Go in any direction."

The man hesitated, and Drew was tempted to pull out a gun, but knew a fifty would be more convincing-and less likely to get him arrested. Annie gasped beside him as he dug out his wallet, and a quick glance over his shoulder told him they had company. He flipped two bills over the front seat. "Take us ten blocks away from here and pretend you dropped us somewhere else, okay?"

The car jerked forward, turned right, and headed east for a few blocks before turning suddenly into a parking garage. "There's a stand of cabs up one level, in front of a hotel side entrance."

Drew clapped the driver on the shoulder and muttered a quick thanks under his breath. They tumbled out and ran for the stairs, not stopping until they were secure in another backseat, this time heading to a small airstrip northeast of the city. Annie glanced at him nervously when he gave that direction to the driver, but Drew just eased back on the seat and pulled her close against him. She gasped almost inaudibly but didn't resist the tug. He laced one hand into her hair, ignoring how the slide of the dark brown strands against his fingers made his d.i.c.k take notice, and brushed his lips against her ear. He kept his voice low, a whisper just for her. "This'll be easier if we act like we're on a spontaneous weekend getaway."

She twisted in his arms, bringing her face in line with his. Her lower lip trembled almost imperceptibly, but steely conviction pulsed through her gaze. "You're crazy." Her tongue darted out of her mouth and left a glistening trail along the heart-shaped curve of her upper lip. He stared at that spot a beat longer than he should, and when he glanced back at her eyes, the heat there surprised him.

"We don't need to..." he muttered gruffly, but his protest trailed off as she wiggled closer.

"It's a good thing you're cute," she whispered against his mouth as she pressed her lips against his. She held the simple kiss long enough to make it look good, and it took all of his restraint not to take over, to open up and make her breathless for a whole other reason. She hummed a happy little noise and slid her lips along his jaw, taking her turn at the secretive whisper. "Because this would be a total ch.o.r.e otherwise."

KEEP READING!.

The entire SEALs Undone series is available in Kindle Unlimited.

-acknowledgments-.

All the early Goodreads reviewers who encouraged their friends to request part one on NetGalley. Thank you for taking a chance on me. Thank you for loving Cole and Hailey as much as I do.

Jessica A., Linsday B, and all the other Zoe fans who were early Ainsley fans and had to wait extra long for part two... thank you for your patience. Part three won't be far behind.

The exploding Ainsley's Angels group on FB. Thank you for being so excited about all the Horus Group guys!

My editing team: Rhonda Helms, Sadie Haller (ha! I know you won't hang an editing shingle, but look, I've snuck you in here anyway), Dana Waganer. You guys rock. All remaining errors are mine, either from futzing or stubbornness or both.

The Chatzy crew. Elle Rush, Amity La.s.siter, Kate Willoughby and others.

Other writer friends like Molly McLain, Gen Turner, Shari Slade...that list is endless!

All the LOL ladies who just got why I had to write this project and cheered me on so hard. Julia Kent, Daisy Prescott, Mimi Strong, Juliet Spenser, Harlow Nash, Deanna Roy, Melanie Marchande, Ca.s.sia Leo, Bria Quinlan, Brenna Aubrey.

YouTube, for delivering the awesomeness that Sylvia is to me - chapter twelve wouldn't have been the same without the songs "If You Get The Notion" and "Sweet Stuff". Probably iTunes deserves a nod on that front, too. And since I'm talking music, Nine Inch Nails...thank you for "Closer" and "Something I Can Never Have", Kings of Leon for "Beautiful War", and The Stone Foxes for "King Bee".

And my family, always.

~ Ainsley.

www.ainsleybooth.com.

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