She managed an affirmative and rolled to the side just in time to miss being flattened by Anna sailing over the side roll and smashing onto the deck.

For her part, Anna swore colorfully as she quickly rolled aside to avoid being Lily’s landing pad.

“All aboard!” Griffin shouted over the roar of the engine.

Sherri sat up, leaning back against the inflated side of the craft. Griffin plunked down beside her, plastering his entire right side against her left side. He was blessedly warm, and she caught herself curling into him to absorb every bit of heat she could suck from him.

Oops. She hoped Kettering hadn’t seen that momentary lapse on her part. She pulled back from Griffin belatedly, plastering her shoulder blades against the rubber at her back, forcing herself not to crawl into Griffin’s lap. But boy oh boy, it was tempting.

Cal yanked on the tiller, and the dinghy’s prow caught a wave and leaped out of the water. As they slammed back down to the ocean surface, Sherri scrambled to hook her fingers under the safety rope lashed down around the bottom edge of the dinghy’s deck. She barely managed to hook it before the boat went airborne and slammed down again, all but tossing her out.

Griffin stretched his arms out at shoulder height, hooking his hands under the rope lashed atop the inflated rubber rib. The move had the effect of looping his arm around her shoulders, both holding her down and drawing her more tightly against his side.

She risked a glance up at him and caught his brief, sidelong glance at her.

Everything is going to be the same between us in training after last night, huh? She smiled a little to herself and scooted her hip tighter against his.

She closed her eyes, grabbing every nanosecond of rest she could, and let her mind drift back to last night in Griffin’s arms. He’d been strong and gentle, wild and finessed. He’d made her feel valued and lusted after, treasured and plundered.

If she’d had the slightest idea sex could be like that, she’d have been bedding SEALs a long, long time ago. Although she suspected what she and Griffin shared might not be typical of most SEAL sex.

One thing she knew for sure. She wanted more of that. A whole lot more.

How they were going to manage to sneak away without being discovered, she had no idea. But Griffin did swear SEALs were good at cheating and not getting caught. Surely between the two of them, they could finagle some time for themselves without anyone else knowing—

Except being with him was wrong.

It would put both of their careers at risk.

But with a fever of need burning her up like this, she couldn’t muster any will to care about her career. At all.

Am I really willing to sacrifice everything for this man?