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“Hey.” Grace pulled Fenrir’s face to hers. “You got this. And if anyone tries anything, they’ll have to deal with me.”

He couldn’t help the snort that escaped him. He doubted very highly that even with how strong Grace was, she’d be any match for his family members.

She pulled his lips to hers, and he drank her in. Her soft body brushed against his, and he couldn’t help but reach down and squeeze her bouncy round-backside.

Bad idea.

The moment he did, his erection kicked so hard he thought it would rip his jeans. His beast roared to life, wanting to bite, mate, and make her his.

The door rang and then opened. He pulled away from her quickly but then realized he had a problem. A big problem. A big, erect problem. Right in the front of his pants.

He placed his hands over his groin in an effort to hide it. Grace looked down and then back up at him. He would have been mortified if it hadn’t been for the fact that the smile and sweet blush that painted her face were only exceeded by the scent of her arousal that wafted off her making him want her all the more.

“Here.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her ample breasts into his stomach.

He coughed and fought not to grab her. “I don’t think that’s gonna help, Love.”

She untucked his dress shirt and pulled it down over his hips and groin.

She examined her handy work. “That should work. Well, that and me walking in front of you.”

No way in hell would he let her walk in front of him. He wanted her nowhere but beside or behind him in case of danger.

The doors began to close, and Grace jumped out of the elevator. Fenrir growled and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him as he stepped out and scanned the hallway. He knew no one could get onto his father’s penthouse floor unless Loki allowed them. Even so, he didn’t like thinking that something could happen to Grace because she got out first.

“Fenrir, I’m a big girl. I’ve been getting out of elevators myself without being attacked by mechanical gnomes for a while now.”

He looked down at her. Mechanical gnomes? The twinkle in her eyes told him she was attempting to joke with him. But it didn’t work.

When he’d ensured no unwelcomed guests were there, he walked the few steps to the front door and rang the bell.

Inside, people laughed and chatted. His hold on Grace’s hand intensified, and she kissed his arm lightly.

“Relax. I’m the one who’s supposed to be protecting you, remember?”

He gave her a tight smile.

Heavy footsteps clunked to the door, and when it opened, he came face to face with the one man he’d dreaded more than any other for close to a thousand years. Tyr. Norse god of war. His boss and the one person he regretted most ever letting into his life.

Tyr looked over Fenrir and then Grace. He noticed them touching, and Fenrir growled, pulling Tyr’s attention back to Fenrir’s face.

Grace held out her hand. “Hi. I’m Grace.”

“Tyr.” Tyr held out his hand to shake, and Fenrir growled.

Grace turned and placed her hand on his chest. She looked into his eyes, and the soothing expression on her face instantly calmed his beast.

Holy shit!How had she done that?

Fenrir rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand and took a breath. She turned and smiled at Tyr but didn’t offer her hand again.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tyr,” she said.

Tyr looked between her and Fenrir with a strange expression. “The pleasure is all mine.” He waved them in with his prosthetic, metal hand.

Fenrir fought the urge to pull her close as Tyr stepped out of the way and let them in but stopped himself. He’d been the one to ask her to come. He never should have brought her if he hadn’t been willing to let her meet the family.

“Tyr is head of the security company I work for,” said Fenrir as they walked through the door.

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