Page 17 of Claiming His Virgin Mate

“So?” Jo-Jo interrupted his train of thought, “We don’t have to move?”

“Of course not. And I am taking the room next door. Be ready to work Tomorrow, Maggie, nice and early,” he winked, and left their little apartment.

Chapter Six

“It’s been two weeks, Charley. Two weeks of almost kisses, platonic touches, and business meetings where the ass-face actually listens to what I say,” Maggie growled over the phone to Charley Maccon.

“Oh no, not that,” Charley mocked.

The two had struck up a friendship over the last year, and she chatted with the woman often despite the fact her triplets were giving her fits. Imagine three children all walking, talking, and starting school at the same time!

Maggie didn’t think she could handle that. One younger sister was enough to contend with at the moment. Besides, with Alex Kensington hounding her every move, it wasn’t like she had the time to do anything but think of the confounded man.

“Well, go on, spill girl!”

“What?”

“I wanna know if that Tiger is as good-looking as everyone says he is,” Charley laughed.

“Who said he’s good-looking?” Maggie asked and wondered at the homicidal rage that rose inside her with surprising speed.

“Just people around town.”

“Well, you can tell them I said eyes and hands off!”

“Really? Well, looks like there is more going on over at theSunset Innthan I thought. Come on, tell me,” Charley begged, “I know at least three females who are dying to ask him out if you aren’t interested,” she added in a taunting voice.

Mine. Her snarky, inappropriately possessive inner voice wanted to roar at the female mate to the Alpha of the Macconwood Pack. Not a smart move.

And totally weird because it simply was not true. Alex Kensington, Tiger Shifter, and Beta, as she had learned, of the Island Stripe Pride based out of Manhattan, was not hers. That was a big fat NO people.

She was still a virgin. And as far as she knew, he was still single. Maggie had rebuffed every single advance he’d made that second day after her sister had dumped her unholy concoction on his gorgeous head.

Sure, it had been easy to turn down the man when his skin had been tinted an unhealthy blue from the calligraphy ink Jo-Jo had hit him with. It was more difficult as the days passed, and his healthy bronze glow had returned. Alex Kensington, free of ink and paint, was just too hot for words.

“Don’t tell Rafe I said this, but I caught a glimpse of yourpuddy tatjogging the other day when I had the triplets down by the playground in town, and my eyeballs almost popped out of my head,” Charley whistled, “I mean the dude isHAWT!”.

“Charley,” gasped Margaret, “I’m shocked!”

“That’s cause you’re still a virgin, Mags, but if you saw what I saw in those short little shorts he was wearing, you wouldn’t be one for long. I mean I can’t even imagine how he gotitto stay inside those tiny things,” she teased.

Maggie felt her face burning, and she closed her eyes in a wave of embarrassment. Why did her confounded virginity always seem to make its way into conversation?

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said between gritted teeth.

And she really didn’t. The single glimpse she’d gotten of his magnificent cock had made her realize every word she’d said to her sister about penises being ugly was so not true.

Okay. She was a total fucking liar because the man’s dick was glorious. Thick and long, his mushroomed head was begging for a kiss. And what the fuck was that about? She’d never done such a thing, but all she could think about was wrapping her mouth around his shaft and sucking for dear life. What she didn’t know, she would make up for in sheer enthusiasm.

Fucking hell. She had it bad. Maggie had tried to remain professional, and the damn man had followed her lead.

Drat!

“Hang on a sec,” Charley pulled the phone away from her mouth, but Maggie still winced when she screamed at the unfortunate child whom she just caught being naughty, “Valen! Put your clothes back on and stop chewing on your sister’s doll! Ooh, sorry Mags I got to go!”

“No kidding,” Maggie snorted and said her goodbyes.

“By the way, Rafe said to tell you they’ve tracked Edward to the Cayman Islands. Kurt took the jet this morning.”

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