Page 12 of Fury

"Sure," he grumbled, fighting with the wolf yet again. They most certainly were not going back to his place or anywhere else there might be a bed. "Sure, let's go see the depressing burned down building."

"I hear it's going to be removed later this week. This might be my last chance to get a feel for what happened."

He led her out the door and down the sidewalk. They should have taken it down yesterday. Then he wouldn’t have to do this. "If you say so, Agent Bishop."

She suddenly stopped walking. "Why do you keep doing that?"

"What?" he asked.

"That constant use of my title and name. I get the feeling it's not a nice thing."

He almost laughed. "Not nice?" he mocked. "Me?"

She started walking again. "Fine. Be an ass then."

He was an ass and the sooner she realized that the better. If he could push her away now, then later, when the wolf insisted (and he would), she would not be receptive.

"Can I ask you another personal question?" he asked.

She slipped on her sunglasses and sifted her slender fingers through her rich, dark hair. A move he felt right in his dick.

"Sure, if you must."

He smiled, ready to go in for the kill. "What color panties are you wearing?"

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