Page 28 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

“Sunshine,” he murmurs, and somehow my name in his voice feels just as intimate as the orgasm I’m still floating down from.

“Yeah?” I whisper, boneless and wrecked in the best way.

“Shit,” Doug mutters on his end, voice full of awe and sated exhaustion. “You’re dangerous, Dina.”

I laugh weakly. “You’re the one who called me, Wolfboy.”

There’s a pause. A softer edge creeps into his voice.

“Maybe I should make this official. Meet you tomorrow. Take you out. Proper date and all.”

My heart somersaults in my chest.

“Yeah?” I ask, feeling like a teenager with a hopeless crush.

“Yeah,” he says. “Saturday night. You and me. I’ll even wear real pants.”

I laugh again, feeling stupidly giddy.

“Deal.”

“Mm. I hope you're ready for tomorrow night,” he says, already sounding smug again. “Because this? This was just a preview.”

I laugh breathlessly, completely and utterly undone.

“Bring it on, Fido. I can handle you,” I challenge softly, already half in love with the idea of what’s coming next.

And as I drift off into satisfied sleep, one thing is very, very clear.

Tomorrow night can’t come fast enough.

“Night, Dina,” he says softly, and somehow it feels too intimate for just a phone call.

“Night, Wolfman,” I whisper back.

When I hang up, I can’t stop smiling.

Or thinking about the way he made me feel.

Maybe this isn’t just fun and games.

Maybe this is something.

By the time I drift off to sleep, one very clear, very premature thought sneaks through.

I think I’m gonna marry that Wolf.

Chapter 9

Doug

I wake up with a raging hard-on and absolutely no idea what day it is.

Which, honestly, feels about right for my life these days.

I scrub a hand over my face and stare at the ceiling of Horace’s ridiculously fancy penthouse spare bedroom, replaying the previous night’s very educational phone call.

I tried to go home. But the angry cloud of swarming hornets that seemed glued to the side entrance of my apartment kept me away.

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