Bound to the Lycan King
It was the last photo I had of my beautiful mate, and it felt dirty to share her memory with my second chance mate.
I told her to look over the contract, fighting to keep my words even. We had to finish this negotiation, and losing my temper at the girl wouldn’t help.
She read over the contract critically, and looking at her leaning over my desk was agony. Her natural scent, like strawberries dipped in fresh cream, was intoxicating.
Damn this mating bond!
“Before I sign this,” Mira said looking up at me, “I’d like a few additions.”
I blinked at her. She was the daughter of a businessman indeed.