Page 40 of Packed in the Fire house

“I do, but I shouldn’t. I still haven’t finished my green juice…”

I snorted. “Well, don't let me stand in the way of you and your green juice. I guess I will have to just drink this gigantic milkshake all by myself.” I giggled. “I suppo?—”

“Gimme!” Walker stood and playfully snatched the drink out of my hand, making me laugh loudly.

No sane or rational human could turn down a milkshake in favor of green juice.

Leaning against the side of Walker’s desk, I watched as he took a sip. “Fuckthat’s good,” he moaned.

My core clenched, and my mind was instantly thinking about him swearing in that low, gravelly voice as he knotted me.

Calm down, firehouse hoochie!I scolded myself.

It really wasn’t fair to be surrounded by that many hot firefighters.

Maybe I would have to sneak a little alone time in the shower later to help relieve some of my pent-up frustration.

“How are the guys doing?” I asked as Walker took another sip.

“Good, last I heard. The fire was small and easy to contain. They're just doing a bit of cleanup and they'll be back.”

“That’s good.” I smiled as he sat back down.

“It is. I don't care how well trained they are, I always get anxious when they go out without me.”

I snorted lightly. “I imagine it must feel worse for the wives and girlfriends of firefighters.”

Walker grimaced. “Yeah, they are a strong bunch, I must say. Gil has been married for nearly twenty years, has several children, and his wife is the strongest woman I have ever met. Frankly, she could walk into this station and start bossing me around, and I would sayyes, ma'amwith a smile.”

That mental image made me grin. Even though he wasn't the largest firefighter at the station, Walker had a dominating energy that commanded attention. It was easy to understand why he was the captain.

Up close, his scent was stronger, and I leaned forward subconsciously. I had been missing that scent ever since I changed my bedding after the first night at the firehouse. Part of me had considered asking Walker to roll around in the bed to cover it in his scent again, but that seemed a little inappropriate.

“Sounds like an impressive woman,” I said, running a hand through my hair. Despite the cool evening air, my skin started to flush.

“She is.” He stood slowly, so he was towering over me. I was too close to him. I was practically sitting on the edge of his desk.

It wasn’t appropriate.

I didn’t want to move.

Walker’s eyes widened as he looked at me, his pupils expanding as his nostrils flared. Was my scent stronger? My pussy was weeping more than usual at the sight of the hot, silver-haired firefighter, so maybe he smelled just how on edge I was.

I needed to return to the bedroom. My body was starting to hum with need.

My body trembled under his gaze. Did he feel the same way? His eyes were hungry and firmly trained on my lips.

“Uh… Sunny…” he mumbled, unable to pull his eyes away from them.

“Yeah…” I panted.Panted.

Like a dog in heat.

Wait, could I be in heat? Doing the mental math, I counted the weeks. I wasn't exactly like clockwork when it came to my heats. After my pregnancy, I had bounced between taking suppressants and just not really having heats.

Surely if this was a heat, there would have been warning signs.

“We…” I swallowed, unable to form words.

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