Page 47 of The Wolf Professor

Groaning out loud, Max rubbed his hands down his cheeks. He could still smell Charlie’s arousal on his face.

Her scent had marked him. And talking of marking, no doubt biting would come next. He’d stooped this low, so what was stopping him taking it to the next level?

There was no choice. He’d have to tell her to leave.

He couldn’t have her working here, drawing him off the path of sanity, constantly fighting his base wolf instincts. His biggest fears would be realized. His mother’s biggest fears. That he would turn into a beast.

If Charlie stayed working for him, he’d do it again. Maybe he’d resist her for another week… two at most, if he jerked off every day. But that clearly hadn’t helped much, had it?

At least, thank the gods, he’d kept his cock inside his pants. Just.

But what about next time?

Shit, there must be no next time.

A few moments later there was a light rap at the door, and Max jumped, even though he was expecting her.

To his shock, rather than tidying herself up, she’d let her hair fall loose around her shoulders, and she was still—defiantly, almost—wearing the same crumpled shirt and skirt. The scent of her wafted toward him, sweet, ripe, and oh so fucking tempting.

His resolve crumbled.

Max stifled a groan and shoved his hands in his pockets, only to be met with the tiny scrap of silk panties he’d found next to his phone when the lights came back on. He shoved his glasses up his nose and prayed his nostrils weren’t visibly flaring.

“Please, sit.” He waved in the direction of the chair.

She did, crossing her legs so her skirt rode up, showing a slice of stocking on a slender thigh… the same thigh she’d wrapped around his ears…

Max gulped hard. “Charlie, what happened… between us earlier…”

She cocked her head, her eyes bright. Said nothing. Waited.

Max started to pace behind his desk. “I need you to understand that I have never… In my life… done anything remotely like that before. I abused my position as your employer. I apologize unreservedly for taking advantage of your—vulnerability.”

“My vulnerability?” she parroted softly.

“Yes, absolutely.”

“That’s not how I see it.”

Max stared at her, confused. Sure, she was flushed, and looking a little shy maybe, but there was a defiance in her gaze as it held his.

“H—how do you see it?” he stuttered incredulously.

“You asked me to tell you to stop. And, um, I recall that I told you to keep going.” Now she looked down, and he saw a little smile play at her lips. “And I enjoyed it, very much.”

He stood still, breathing hard, trying to comprehend what he’d just heard.

“It can’t happen again,” he gritted out.

“Okay. I’ll lock the door of the snug when I’m working.”

Gods, was she teasing him? Couldn’t she see how wrong this was? He could almost see the headlines: “Max Hunt seduces his research assistant. Max Hunt unable to control his inner wolf.”

Max scrubbed at his forehead. “You have to leave, Charlie.”

Her eyes widened. “W—what?”

“I’m sorry, Charlie. If you stay here, I will do it again. Not might, will. Clearly, I can’t control what happens to me around you. I just don’t seem able to resist you… your scent, your smile…” He huffed. “Gods, I— I can’t get you out of my thoughts.”

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