You, Me and Love
Of course, I don’t go over because of my shifter strength, so she ends up straddling my lap, arms tangled around my neck.
Well, helloooo Becca, my wolf purrs. My boner presses up against the heat of her crotch. I feel her hand in my pocket, grabbing for the data drive.
Clever woman.
I catch her wrist to stay her hand, wrap one arm around her waist. I don’t mean to yank her hips tighter against mine, but it happens. Okay, maybe I did mean to.
Because I’m losing the fight with my wolf.
Fates, I wish she didn’t look so damn appealing. Her high cheeks flush with color, and fuck, are those freckles sprinkled across her nose?
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