Page 46 of Unlawful Seduction

“Fuckedy fuck, fuck the duck,” she snarled and bounded backward, almost falling to the floor.

Jax turned toward me and I swear the dog was furious I’d interrupted the moment. I sauntered into the room, my arms still crossed.

Meanwhile, Mallory offered me a dark glare, darker than most I’d seen. There was also a warm flush covering both sides of her cheeks and her lips were pursed.

“You shouldn’t scare a person like that. I could have had a heart attack,” she admonished, immediately wincing when she noticed the box of coffee pods had opened and they’d been spilled all over the floor by her feet. “Shit.”

“You shouldn’t try to do things out of your reach.”

She cocked her pretty little head, still furious with me, and dropped to her knees, frantically trying to gather the pods in her hands.

I dropped down to help her and she acted as if she wanted to drive me away.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I got this,” she stated emphatically.

Jax tried to help, tossing several of the pods with his nose. She laughed, even nuzzling his face with her hands.

“Silly boy.” Her whisper had a gutting effect on me.

“I know you’re fine. Very much so.”

The doc followed my gaze, hissing when she noticed her knees were parted. The scent of her was already driving me crazy, enough so I gathered as many pods as possible and tossed them onto the counter. I needed to walk away from her before things got out of hand.

When she dropped half of what she was holding in her arms as she stood, I noticed just how much of a temper she had. Her emotional state shouldn’t have brought a smile to my face, but it did. “Let me grab the rest.”

I had the distinct feeling she was going to stomp her foot in response, but she allowed me to grab the others, more carefully placing them on the counter. When I took what she had left in her arms, she sucked in and held her breath, eyeing me warily.

“Thank you.” Her words sounded painful.

Jax whined and sat back on his haunches, enjoying the show it seemed the two of us would always present.

“Of course. Enjoy your coffee. There’s cream in the fridge and sugar in the top cabinet.” I turned away, willing my balls to stop aching.

They didn’t.

“Don’t you want some coffee?” she asked when I was almost to the door.

Sighing, I didn’t want to admit I wasn’t certain I could function without at least a mugful. “Sure, Doc. Why not?” I heard nothing and she didn’t answer so I finally turned back around.

She was holding two mugs in her hands and the sight of her with the mismatched huge cups I’d found at some five and dime or thrift store along my travels finally brought a chuckle I couldn’t ignore.

“What’s so funny?” Her nose twitched in frustration.

“Nothing at all. You look good in my shirt.”

Goddamn if she didn’t.

She rose onto her toes, peering down at herself. “It was comfortable.” Which meant she was completely uncomfortable. She spun around, searching through the various flavors. “Anything in particular?”

“Surprise me.”

“O-kay.” She was entirely too uncomfortable around me. Well, I guess she had every right to be.

“How’s your head?”

“It hurts.”

I moved behind her and she immediately stiffened. When I was forced to press some weight against her back, a slight moan slipped past her lips. Her entire body was trembling even after realizing I’d crowded her space to get into a cabinet on the left of her, retrieving a bottle of Tylenol.

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