All Chapters of His Undercover Submissive: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~Emma~My heart stops. My world comes to a standstill. “What are you saying?”But I know. Sawyer lives steeped in danger, and my worst fear, that something has finally proven stronger than him, has come true. “Cage is on his way. Stay put. He’ll explain. But–”“No!”“Don’t make this harder,” he barks, his voice gravelly with resolution and something I have never heard in his voice… fear. “I’ve called the rest of my family and said my goodbyes. I love you, little sister. Take care–”“Stop. There must be something you can do. This can’t be happening. I don’t…” Know what I will do without you.The words press on my chest, cutting off my breath and forcing out tears.“I negotiated the release of a group of hostages. Saving fifteen lives at the price of one is a good deal. My end will be quick, and you’ll go on. Live well.” He lets out a shuddering breath. “For me.”“Sawyer, no. You can’t just–”But the line goes dead. The reality that I will probably never again talk to the broth

~Colt~ I leave my bedroom and the house, dragging my phone out of my pocket as I launch myself into my Jeep. Time to compartmentalize all this destructive touchy-feely shit and get down to business. Which of my three bosses will listen without losing his head and pave the way for me to get busy? I finally settle on Harry, dialing the former SEAL’s number as I turn down the main drag out of my neighborhood. Ryder seems to think he speaks the same language as his older brother. So far, he and the elder Kane sibling have circled each other. Now I have to hope the younger Kane had not been blowing smoke up my ass. “What do you want, Whitaker? It’s a Saturday. I’m spending it with my wife and son.” “Unfortunately, unhinged gunmen with an ax to grind don’t work Monday through Friday. And your golden boy, Reeves, didn’t waste any time playing the hero and offering himself up as the sacrificial lamb.” “What the…” Harry sounds blazingly pissed as he swallows a curse. “Kata, take

~Colt~The crack of my shot resounds in my ears as the rifle kicks back, but I stay with the scope and watch the bullet plant itself dead center in the middle of Schading’s forehead. The would-be gunman crumples to the concrete. Blood splatters onto the screaming woman behind him and pools around his body.Sawyer whips his gaze around, searching for the source of the shot. The Boy Scout cannot see me, but he seemingly realizes the ordeal is over and blows out a deep sigh of relief before turning his attention on the newly minted widow. More blood rolls down his temple as he bends and helps the shaking woman to her feet.Cops rush in from everywhere. A pair of EMTs follows with a gurney. Gaines marches in, the colonel by his side, followed by another guy who looks too bleak to be anything other than the coroner. Someone drives the still-idling car away.I stand and stretch. The phone in my pocket buzzes with a message from Colonel Gideon Kane that reads Good job, Whitaker. I do not

~Emma~Colt’s breaths come fast and harsh as he thrusts his big hand in my hair, fists the strands, and lowers his head.I have been kissed a few times, mostly by polite boys who have not taken things too far because they have been afraid to incur the wrath of Reverend Silas Grant or Sawyer Reeves. Once, I made out on a bus ride home with a football player after a game in Baton Rouge. He kissed me with a lot of gusto and very little finesse before he tried to feel his way under my shirt. When I shoved away his wandering hands, he called me a prude and told his teammates I was a waste of time. Afterward, I felt angry, ashamed, and determined not to suck face with a boy again.But the instant Colt covers my mouth with his, I realize I have never truly been kissed.He pries my lips apart, surges inside, and touches me somewhere deeper than I have ever felt. Sparks flare and zing. My skin stretches tight. Heat bursts into a bonfire in my belly, awakening more of this dizzying need.I

~Emma~I gape as I cross protective arms over my breasts. Self-preservation wars with my innate desire to be honest. But the way Colt keeps staring ties my tongue. Thinking seems impossible. I wish I could crawl inside my skin and hide.He has figured out I was a virgin. Is he mad? Shocked? Dismayed? Does he feel guilty? Responsible? Disgusted?Those possibilities have my eyes stinging with mortifying tears. Why can’t I stop feeling so horribly vulnerable?I bolt up from the bed and scan the room for my clothes. “I already answered your questions.”“I have more.”I shake my head. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”Colt stands, utterly naked and unconcerned, and prowls toward me with narrowed eyes. “So… what? Now that we’ve fucked, you’re done being honest?”I flinch at his question. “Please. That’s enough.”“If you’re measuring honesty, it’s never going to be ‘enough.’”Finally, I find my panties and snatch them up, doing my best not to stare at his big, naked body. “I meant that I