Page 30 of Deadly Sins

He sat up, his hard cock visibly straining against his pajama bottoms. “Fine. I need to shower. Want to join me?” He stripped off his pants and stood there buck-ass naked.

The man was trying to fucking kill me. I wanted him more than air, but if I remained near his hard, naked, ripped body for another second, surely, I would cave. I needed to focus, to think. “Um…” I had to stop to find my voice before trying again. “I will shower later. You be alone.”

“Okay, babe.” He gave me a quick, playful nod and a sexy wink. A fucking wink. “I’ll be out in a few. Make yourself at home.”

He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I closed my eyes and let out the deepest, most cleansing breath, releasing all the tension that Grant had built up in my body. How the hell did I survive that?

I rummaged for my phone in my purse, hating that I was forced to act like one of those paranoid women who wouldn’t let it out of my sight, fearful of leaving it out in the open where my secrets could be discovered. There was a time when we’d trusted each other and hid nothing.

Sadly, this wasn’t the first time I’d kept a secret from Grant.

My phone flashed.

One message—Mitch.

I felt my pulse quicken in excitement.

Mitch: When can we fuck?

Ah, Mitch, the sexy jackass SEAL. Always the gentleman. I had placed a tracking device on his phone at the party the other night. I needed to wait to get back to my crappy apartment to get Roma to hack his phone, so I could get some data. And to take out these contacts that I slept with—my eyes were killing me.

My fingers danced along my phone.

Me: Never. I’m together with Grant.

If there was one thing I knew about Mitch, it was that he was all about the chase. The second I showed him a hint of interest, he’d be gone, and if he disappeared, I’d lose any hope I had of investigating him. And I knew Mitch had secrets—lots of them. I had to find out what his deal was.

I heard the water turn on in the bathroom. I took another second to relax, pet Hero, and to give myself props for surviving this hellish morning. I’d already come so far in such a short time. But the real question was, how far was I willing to go?