Page 35 of The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart

He better be joking.

Or not.

Damn.

"I would ask if I scare you, but I already know the answer," Graham whispers. He tilts his head to the side and sniffs, his intense gaze holding mine captive. "Are you going to play nice with me or not? Be careful because it's a serious question."

"I will," I offer in a whisper.

He raises a brow.

"Graham?"

"What?"

"I'm not afraid of you," I admit slowly. My pulse is rushing so fast.

Why the fuck did I just say that?

I glance at the wine. Sure enough, we are already well into our second bottle. And now that I think about it, Graham is still on his first glass.

"You should be," he murmurs, his pupils turning dark with lust. "I'm just a beast who craves one thing above all. A woman's curves, and the scent of her arousal."

I avert my eyes to my plate and take another bite of my pizza. As enticing as his words sound, they also make my fear resurface. If the monster beneath his skin does indeed crave such things, am I strong enough to face him?

For the first time, I worry that I might've bitten off more than I can chew. I'm not sure I can deal with it.

It's almost time for dessert, a little voice speaks inside my head. The voice sounds a lot like mine, but it has a lusty, flirty tone that I didn't even know I could do.

What the hell is happening to me?

I can't be on a date with a wolf who is also my boss.

And yet, I am.

I'm also enjoying it. A lot.

And, I think it's time I started putting that wet pussy of mine into some action. That will most definitely help.

Once and for all.

Unless it destroys me.

Trial and error. One way or another. It's on.

God help me.

I can't believe I've gone from terrified to horny in a span of less than twenty-four hours.

My thoughts are completely mixed up now. I'm writing it off to the amount of wine I've had. It must be its fault, otherwise, how could I explain what I’m about to do next?

Once I finish my glass, which is also the last of the second bottle, I feel bold enough to give my body what it wants. This is my last free weekend, so I might as well go all out and enjoy it. Hell, it's been months since I've had a good fuck session. Graham certainly looks like he can give me a good time.

Besides, I've always had a secret hooking-up-with-the-boss fantasy. Doesn't every woman have one?

It's true that I never considered said boss to be anything else than human. But as long as his parts are all in order, which I can attest to because I'd seen them less than twenty-four hours ago, we should be fine.

That's the line of thinking that pushed me to jump out of the chair and throw myself at Graham. From his surprised expression, I can assume this isn't a common occurrence.

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