Page 13 of His Wild Attraction

I needed someone on my side. A weapon of my own. I needed Andres Ramirez.

That Andres and I had already had sex once was just a bonus. I knew we were compatible.

I knew I could at least give him something for what I was asking and no, I had no delusions that I was anything special.

I wasn't conceited.

I was just a single mom who needed to protect her son.

That Andres seemed to be a little bit into me, like nine inches into me, was a bonus.

Fuck.

He was on his way over, and I really needed to stop thinking about his dick.

If I was being honest, I'd just admit I thought Andres was hot as hell and I wouldn’t mind spreading my legs for him again.

He was so damn sexy.

The man turned me on without even trying to. It was just something about him, all that muted strength and power. Almost like violence flowed in his veins, brewing in his stormy blue-gray eyes.

I’d never seen eyes like that on a man. At times, they looked positively opaque. Like cat eyes.

Cats. Fuck.

Rescuing Rocky was likely the biggest mistake I’d made in recent months. Well, after fucking Andres. Or maybe after proposing to him.

Shit.

I sneezed, clenching my thighs so I didn’t accidentally pee myself. That was a gift from Mother Nature after I gave birth to my son. That and my love handles.

Yeah, giving birth wrecked my pelvic floor, and I had no idea what a fucking Kegel was. The internet said I needed to imagine picking up a marble with my pelvic muscles, and ever since I read that I stopped trying.

Why the fuck would I put a small ass marble up my vagina? No, thank you.

I was like ninety-nine percent sure Kegel exercises were made up. Probably by someone without a pelvic floor.

Oh my shit, I am spiraling.

Rocky ran across the room at that moment, kicking up dander and dust.

So, of fucking course I sneezed again.

“Dammit,” I growled and ran to the bathroom to change my stupid clothes.

I hadn’t intended to put on my pjs until after Andres left, but oh well.

Fuck it.

Halloween attire from Walmart was going to have to do for the fancy as fuck man.

Yeah, I was definitely allergic.

I felt itchy every time I touched the little beast, but in all honesty, he was a cute little guy.

His fur was a deep, chocolate brown, and he had three white paws and a white line down his face.

Like rocky road ice cream with marshmallows on top. Sammy’s favorite flavor. Hence the name.

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