Hot Shot (A Hostile Operations Team Novel)(#5) by Lynn Raye Harris Page A

my business just because I’m wearing a dress that makes you hard. Jerk off tonight if you must, but blame yourself, not me.”
    He raked a hand through his hair and swore. “Look, I’m sorry. You’re right that I know nothing about your business. I’m just fucking pissed off and not handling it very well. It’s going to take time.”
    The limo came to a stop and she looked out the window to see they’d arrived back at the hotel. The chauffeur got out of the car and came around to get her door. When it opened, she took his hand and let him help her out. There were no photographers, and for that she was grateful. She meant to walk away, but instead she turned and leaned down to fix Jack with a look.
    Because she was still angry, in spite of his apology. She’d believed in him on the island, trusted him, and thought he’d seen the real her beneath the polish and glitz. But he seemed to believe the image now, and that hurt.
    “Be sure to stroke it extra hard, you hear? And think of these while you do it, sugar.” She rounded her hands over the sides of her breasts. And then she straightened and hurried into the lobby where Sam McKnight waited with Georgie, Olivia, and Evie.
    “Where’s Hawk?” Sam asked.
    “Coming,” she replied without a trace of irony.

CHAPTER NINE

    IT TOOK JACK A couple of minutes to follow Gina. He had to wait for his hard-on to subside because, yeah, she’d made him hot. He’d been wiping the streaky makeup from beneath her eyes and trying like hell not to look at the way her breasts filled out the deep vee of her dress, but it was impossible not to. He’d never seen such perfect breasts as those creamy swells, and he’d seen plenty. He’d been remembering the way they’d felt in his hands and trying to regulate his response.
    It hadn’t worked, and that had made him angry. So of course he’d been a dick to her. Asshole.
    He didn’t blame her for that last burst of spite. He’d deserved her anger over what he’d said. His mother had raised him better than to talk to a woman that way, but he hadn’t been able to stop once the words started.
    He reached her room. Ryan Gordon stood outside the door.  
    “Hey,” Flash said as Jack walked up. “Go on in. They’re waiting.”
    Jack stepped inside the suite and closed the door behind him. Georgie, Olivia, and Evie were talking and laughing. Sam and Matt looked up when Jack entered. Gina wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
    “Got anything?” Jack asked, though he knew if they had someone would have called him immediately.
    “No,” Matt said. “Billy’s got everything set up next door. We’re just waiting now. If they call, we’ll find them.”
    “Nothing to do but wait then,” Jack said, shoving his hands in his pockets and standing there feeling a little bit lost and a whole lot irritated—with Gina, with himself, with everything.
    “You all right, Hawk?”
    “It’s a lot to take in at once, but yeah. I’ll be fine.”
    Matt came over and clasped his shoulder. “We’ll find these bastards and get Eli back.”
    “I know.” And the fact his team would do this for him when they were between missions and could use the time to relax filled him with uncharacteristic emotion. He wasn’t very talkative at the best of times, but he wanted them to know how grateful he was.
    He just didn’t know how to say it. Matt squeezed his shoulder as if he knew and then turned away.
    The door to Gina’s bedroom opened and she came out. She didn’t look anything like the Gina who’d looked at him with such contempt a few minutes ago. This Gina was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair was wet. She wore jeans and a T-shirt and her feet were bare. It took him back to the island and the way she’d looked there with her face fresh and her long hair hanging in wet ropes down her back. She’d been purely, simply beautiful, and he’d been enthralled even though he hadn’t wanted to be.
    “What’s the plan now?” she asked, and he