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Did she know that he was dangerous?

Did she know he was a shifter?

Dammit, I needed to figure out how to get all this information out of her without also scaring her out of my life. Or pissing her off.

If she thought I’d been manipulating her to get to her boss…

Well, shit, I guessed I was.

But it wasn’t like I made a regular practice of seducing females involved in the jobs I worked. She was my mate.

I hiked down to where we’d left the horses and whistled for them. Chester came right away; Montague ignored me like a dick.

I whistled again.

Lyssa’s voice carried on the breeze, but I couldn’t catch more than snippets. “...hot cowboy…box of toys.”

My dick got hard again at the mention of me and the box of toys. Fuck, I forgot about them.

A thread of relief ran through me.

Good. I seriously doubted that was a conversation she would have with Chapman. She must really be talking to her sister.

About me.

My wolf fist pumped the air.

Thank fuck. She may not be ready to think of me as a boyfriend, but she required my cowboy-ish services.

Yes, ma’am. I will absolutely open every package in that box and use them on you. I will put you in cuffs, spank your ass, and make every fantasy you ever had come true.

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EMMA

I cameout of the shower with my body wrapped in a towel and stepped into Johnny’s bedroom. And froze.

“Um, what’s all this?” I asked.

Johnny had been busy.Thiswas every single sex toy from Lyssa’s box laid out on the bed.

He stood there, waving his hand out as if this was a game show, and the toys were my prize.

“I want to know your favorites.”

I swallowed hard. My favorites? The only reason I found the box under Lyssa’s bed at the ranch was because I’d kicked it and stubbed my toe. When I’d pulled the box out, I’d been embarrassed and impressed. Lyssa and I may have been identical twins, but weweren’t anything alike. I knew she had sex. A lot of it. But I didn’t need to know she liked to be restrained or enjoyed having a big plug put in her butt. So I’d tucked the box away because why would boring old Emma use any of the things the toy company had sent to Lyssa for the stretch last year when she’d been a rep?

But Johnny had made me feel adventurous. Made me put on my Lyssa persona and jump into being wild and crazy. But sex toys?

Johnny waited patiently–because his gaze raked over my body in my towel–as I processed what was going on here.

“You… um, what?”

He took a step closer to the toy display on his navy comforter. “What gets you hot, baby?”

“You,” I admitted.

“That’s real good to hear.” He grinned and reached for me, opening my towel to peruse my body. His groan of appreciation made my nipples harden. He tugged the ends of the towel to pull me flush against him. The bulge of his hardened cock pressed against my belly through his jeans. “Tonight, you get meandyour favorite.” His voice was full of gravel.

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