All I can think about is fucking her on every surface in my office.

Opening my eyes, I groan, my tarse hard and throbbing, ready to claim our sawolkeh—mate.

The thought gives me pause as something clicks into place in the center of my chest.

My laughter booms around the room while I laugh at my own short-sightedness.

I knew before I ever touched Wyn that she wasn’t just some office conquest or one-night stand.

She’s my forever.

Whereas some men might panic at this acknowledgment, I embrace it with open arms.

Wyn is my destiny, and I am hers—no sense in running from our fates.

The only problem is convincing her of this.

“Well, damn,” I moan, dropping my head to my desk.

My sawolkeh is amazing, wonderful, beautiful…and stubborn as fuck.

If I said the sky was blue, I swear she would find a way to prove me wrong just to spite me.

Even though the bet is over, and we’ve confessed our feelings to one another, I know this doesn’t change anything between us.

Wyn’s as much the yin to my yang as I am to hers.

When I pull, she pushes, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

But I also can’t lose her, and telling her that she’s my mate will definitely send her running for the hills.

The only logical solution is to let Wyn decide she’s my sawolkeh.

Once that woman makes up her mind, everyone better get out of her way because nothing can stop her.

For now, I need to keep my hands—mouth, tarse, and tail—to myself.

It damn near kills me to decide this, but Wyn must come to me.

As if reading my mind, a knock sounds on the door.

It’s an hour before our weekly Monday meeting, so I’m delighted when Wyn comes in.

“Morning,” I greet with a little too much heat.

So much for keeping it under wraps.

She stares at me, her dark eyes shadowed, and my heart twists.

“Good morning, Mr. Ettin.”

Wyn’s use of my last name doesn’t bode well for me.

“How can I be of service?”

I don’t mean for the questions to be a double entendre, but it’s out before I can take it back.

“Erm, I just wanted to give you this.”