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“What are you doing here?” she asked, propping her hand up on her hip like she did every time she felt like taking a bite outofme.

“Looking for my bitch,” I growled, my steps slowing as I prowled closer to her end of the room. “She hasn’t been aroundrecently.”

“Maybe she got tired of your demanding ass calling her a bitch,” Anna retorted, crooking an eyebrow at me. It was a pathetic effort to try to disguise the slow step back behindherdesk.

“I don’t think so.” I passed the side of the desk, watching as her tight-ass dress suit’s blouse couldn’t hide the quickening of her breaths. Her back hit the edge of the desk, and her hands fell back tobraceher.

I reached out to grasp her hips, loving how her skirt hugged the curves. I let my hands skim down the sides until my fingers just grazed the skin below the hem of herskirt.

I kept my eyes on my hands as I watched them wander with a mind of their own when they hooked one finger under the edge of the skirt, sliding up her thighs and pushing the material up alongwithit.

My hands slid up under her ass, cupping the soft, full cheeks. I squeezed them in my palms, looking up to catch the hot, breathy moan as it tumbled out of her lips. A hot flush overtook her cheeks, but it was the glazed, lustful eyes that held mine through the lenses of her glasses that had me lifting her ass and dropping her onto the edge ofherdesk.

“How about you tell me how much you missed me?” I growled, pressing my nose into the nape of her neck, my short beard brushing along her skin, the thrum of her pulse like a drum in my ears. “Come on. It’s my birthdayafterall.”

“Fuck you,” shehissed.

“Yeah, definitely my bitch.” I chuckled, pulling back to see her scowlatme.

I was jerked forward when her legs hooked around my back until the denim of my jeans pressed into the silk panties exposed as her skirt rose over her hips. “Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to fuck me, old man?” she growled, punctuating it with a squeeze of herthighs.

“You better hold on then, girl, because I’m going to give you the best fucking ofyourlife.”

“Bring it on,bigboy.”

Chapter Sixteen

Anna

Wolf kept his word,and my ass was no doubt going to be bruise tomorrow from the pure strength I had to muster to stop myself from being thrown over the other side of my desk from the pounding he gave me. I liked to joke that Wolf was an old man, but truth be told, he’d proven to me many times that he was stillkicking.

But my ass was the least of my problems. I stood looking at myself in the mirror, wondering what the fuck I was doing. My red little number came down to the bottom of my ass, and it was what I had been planning to treat Wolf to as my birthday surprisetohim.

What I hadn’t planned to treat him to was the jacket onmyback.

That jacket being the “Property of Wolf” cut I was practically glaring at in the mirror. The same one that Mallory had so kindly ordered for me, thinking that Wolf and I were already officially old lady and old man like the rest of the club did. Mallory had dropped by my office in the morning to give me the privilege of being one of the first to see her new property jacket while also handingmemine.

I had opened my mouth, ready to blurt out my actual status with Wolf—his confession of love and my absolute confusion about my own feelings—but before I could, Kay had the thing out of the box and on my shoulders before I couldargue.

She shoved me in front of the standing mirror on the back of my office door and spun me around before I couldargue.

I couldn’tbreathe.

I near verged on a panic attack when suddenly everything hit me at once. I wasn’t one of those people to believe in “moments.” Just like eureka moments, they belonged in story books or movies. Certainly not onesstarringme.

But it had been swelling in my chest ever since Wolf had told me he loved me on the rooftop last week, and it all came slamming into me in saidmoment.

I should never have been one to realize I was in love with a man by having his name stamped on my back. Not me.Neverme.

ButIdid.

And now the words were like a balloon filling my mouth, making me want to spit them out as fast as I could. But when I had been wondering what to do, Wolf had snuck into my office, and I panicked, shoving the cut and the box in my evidencelocker.

I looked at the cut now hanging over my dress and turned to face myself in the mirror. My dark makeup and grim expression made it seem like I was facing a firing squad, not a confession offeelings.

Isighed.

“Whatisthat?”

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