Werewolves
He whispered in her ear, “You can keep playing your little game all you want. We both know that by the end of this month the only thing you want is my hands on your body. Tasting your sensitive spots, begging me for more.”
Lola felt annoyed that she could not control her breathing quickening.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snarled at Noah.
He smiled, “You can barely concentrate as it is.”
Then he stepped away and his smile disappeared, “You need to be educated in werewolf ways and generally appropriate behavior. So, from now on, you will get daily lessons from Deborah.”
Lola saw a head with blond hair enthusiastically storming toward her and all she could think was. Oh god, not her.
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