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How had he—?

“He has very good hearing.” Sage smiled. “Go get your male.”

Mack! Ella pushed out of her seat, tossing her napkin on the table, and turned to—

Boof!

She was lifted into the air and crushed against a wall of black uniform, sweat, and muscle.

“Thank fuck.” Mack growled, his mouth crashed down on hers as he held her, legs flailing in the air against his chest.

Ella threw her arms around his neck and hung onto him as if her life depended on it. It did. She didn’t care that he was a hot mess; grime on his face, the smell of aviation fuel and blood filling her senses.

All she cared about was that he was here.

Safe.

Alive.

His tongue swept over her lips, and she opened to him as they devoured one another.

“I love you,” he growled.

“Wow, you really don’t want to do any of this in private, do you?” She giggled.

Mack lowered her to the ground, kissing her mouth harshly. “Yeah, actually I do. Right now. Where’s our room?”

Ella leaned into him and took his hand. “This way.”

“Debriefing,” Kurt called out, Madison under his arm.

“Nope. I need at least an hour.” Mack shook his head, and the SLC didn’t say anything.

Ella had to skip to keep up.

“You can go. I understand,” she replied, even though it was a lie. She never wanted to be apart from him again.

“Here?” Mack pointed to their door as she slowed.

“Yes.”

Mack pushed it open and slammed it behind them, then tore off her dress.

“Oh.” She gasped, then watched him remove an enormous number of weapons, his black tactical jacket, T-shirt, boots, and pants.

My God, he was gorgeous.

Covered in tattoos and ripped with muscle, she followed theVshape at his waist, down to his thick, hard cock.

It was as glorious as the first time she’d seen it.

“Ella.” He nodded at her as he fisted it.

Oh yeah, shit. She was standing in her panties and bra, just staring at him like an idiot.

She swallowed.

Get undressed.