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Then Wulfy growls as he grips the base of his dick and presses it inside, splitting me open.

Having sex with the boss is not why I came in here today.

Losing my mind over the sexy as sin Werewolf is surely not a good idea.

But I can’t stop.

I can’t deny this anymore than I can stop the phases of the moon or the turning tide.

But even though I’m a slave to my passions, I won’t let him mate me. I can’t.

“Stop!” I shout and he freezes, both of us are breathing like marathon runners.

“What? Am I hurting you?”

“No! No, but we need rules.”

“Rules? Like what, Sweet Witch,” he growls and flexes, pressing the base of his cock firmly against my clit.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

“I can make it better.”

“Stop distracting me. Back to the rules. Just fucking. No biting. Got it?” I tell him as he begins to move.

“Oh, I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you until you can’t remember your own name, my Sweet. But fine. I agree. No bitingyet. But soon, my Sweet Witch. Soon.”

Then neither of us is capable of speech. His body is perfect. The curves of his muscles move against my soft body as he strokes into me just right. All I feel is heat, impossible heat. It encompasses me. Makes me feel beautiful, cherished, sexy.

“You are my Dora. My sweet. Mine,” he growls, moving faster, harder, and sliding deeper.

Stars explode behind my eyes as I fly higher than I ever thought possible.

chapter eleven

Afew days later.

I shouldn’t be upset that Wulfredo Tremayne—the man of my increasingly inappropriate fantasies and the star of my recent naughty little romp—is giving me the space I explicitly asked for.

Jerk.

I mean, really, it should make me happy that he respects my boundaries.

Isn’t that what mature, level-headed adults want? Respect? Distance? The time to think things through?

Apparently not.

Because I’m not happy.

Not even close.

I’m definitelysomething, buthappyisn’t it.

Frustrated is a good word,” Agatha says, her voice entirely too smug as we sort through decorations for the upcoming Harvest Moon Ball.

“What?” I snap, my head whipping around to stare at her.

How the heck does she know?

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