Page 13 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

“You’re different from most guys,” she murmured.

“Which probably explains why I’m single,” he joked.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. You’re actually rather interesting.”

“Why do I hear a but?”

“But you’re too nice. You left me alone in your place after showing me your cash jar. Not too bright.”

“It’s just money.” He rolled his shoulders. “And if you’d have taken it, then you obviously needed it.”

“Too trusting by far.” She cocked her head, and her lips curved slightly as she asked, “So what kind of partner are you in bed?”

He almost spat out the pizza crust in his mouth. He chugged some water before gasping, “What the fuck?”

“Don’t be shy. I’m curious. You’re obviously hot. Despite your sometimes crude language, you’re actually well-mannered. Kind. Funny. Not a pig. Your place is clean considering it’s just you. You work. So you must have a flaw or someone would have snatched you up.”

“Why would you assume I suck in the sack?”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“How can you be sure?”

He gaped before mumbling, “Because I always make the woman come first.”

“Doesn’t make you good.”

“I’ve never had complaints,” he retorted. “What about you? Are you the kind who just likes to receive?”

“I don’t lay there like a starfish, if that’s what you mean.”

“Any particular reason why we’re even discussing sex?” Because he wasn’t used to women being so bold. It was kind of a turn-on. Actually, everything about Athena revved his engine.

“I haven’t fucked anyone in a while, and quite honestly, I miss it. Especially now that I’m kind of under a lot of stress.”

“Is this your way of saying you want me to make you come?” he asked boldly because he got the impression she’d prefer him being direct.

“Yes. I would. That is, if you’re in the mood.”

“Am I alive?” he drawled. “Of course, I’m in the mood, but don’t you think it’s kind of soon? We just met like a day ago.”

“And? I’m not asking to marry you, just sex.”

“Just sex,” he repeated. “Okay. Let me know when.”

“Now.”

“Now?” The surprises kept on piling up.

“Unless you had other plans?” She arched a brow.

“No.”

“Then no time like the present.” She stood and, without preamble, stripped off her shirt.

He stared. Didn’t blink. Didn’t want to blink in case her breast-ly perfection disappeared.

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