Wyatt knew he was fucked, completely and utterly fucked.

He'd known it the moment Lauren had walked out of her bedroom earlier that evening, hair tumbling in soft waves around her shoulders, that burgundy dress clinging to curves that had no business looking that good. He'd kept his expression blank, his body language controlled, even as his cock had gone hard enough to make his zipper bite. He'd had to think of every bad thing that had happened to get his cock to go down.

Years of SEAL ...