SEAL's Plaything

He wants to use my body.
Mason Jones is the hottest SEAL I’ve ever seen. But he’s not into anything serious.
And in exchange for a wild night tearing up the sheets, I agree to keep it casual.
So I let him call me Pussycat.
Sweet thing.
Pretty baby.
Because it doesn’t matter, right? It’s just no strings hook-up.
But the problem is that I keep coming back for more.
I keep begging the SEAL.
Worshipping him.
Panting and pleading.
On my knees and bent over every which way.
Because I desperately want Mason …
But what if he doesn’t want me back?
What if I’m just the SEAL’s plaything?