Adams, Cara - Calling Doctor Wolf [Shape-Shifter Clinic 1] by Cara Adams Page A

and Oscar quickly stripped off his jacket, necktie, shirt, shoes, and sox, and pulled his belt out from the loops, laying them all neatly over the top of the television.
    That was reasonable. They certainly hadn’t come here to watch the ball game.
    Danny picked up the pace now, removing the rest of his clothes and dropping them on top of the pile he’d put on the chair. In no time at all he and Oscar were both naked. Oscar rummaged in his pants pockets, pulling out a string of condoms, a tube of lube, and a medium-sized butt plug still in its sealed wrapper, which he placed on the nightstand.
    “Snap!” said Danny, adding more condoms and lube to the pile on the nightstand.
    Ambrielle laughed. “So that’s why you invited me here,” she teased them.
    “Only if it’s what you want,” Danny answered seriously.
    “That’s the truth. Tonight is about you,” added Oscar.
    “I understand. I’m happy with your agenda for this meeting.”
    “Truly?” Danny took the dress out of her hands, laid it across the chair that held her purse, and tilted her head to read her face properly. There was no fear or distaste in her expression. But there was a hint of excitement, and need. Oh, good, because I sure as hell need her.

Chapter Four

    When Danny and Oscar had asked her to spend the night with them, Ambrielle had almost sagged with relief. They’d been perfect hosts, seeing to her comfort, keeping the conversation flowing with topics she could join in and share about, then dancing with her. But she’d always been the tiniest fraction on edge, wondering what might happen next. She knew what she wanted, even though it could end badly. But she didn’t know what they wanted.
    She was willing to risk sleeping with them and take the pain of knowing it was a one-night stand, or the risk that it turned into a brief affair that ended up with her needing to find a new job. The two men had ensnared her with their good looks, their charm, and their delightful personalities. Just this one evening out had provided her with so many wonderful memories—talking to them as an equal, laughing, and joking, dancing, and being held in their arms. But she really, really, wanted to be closer to them both, skin-to-skin closer. And it wasn’t just idle curiosity to find out what participating in a ménage would feel like. It was because she truly was attracted to them both. And it’d be totally worth it if one night was all it turned out to be. She’d just hope she could maintain a calm and professional demeanor at work, because she loved working at the clinic, too, and didn’t want to have to leave unless life there became too messy because the men had gotten tired of her, or had rejected her.
    She was an adult and would deal with whatever happened after tonight. She’d hope they could carry on as before, relaxed and happy around each other. She was quite willing to do her part not to weigh them down or burden them with tears or remorse if it didn’t work out.
    She licked her lips. The two men were quite different, but both totally perfect in their own way. Because Danny worked outdoors a lot, his arms were tanned and none of his skin was pale excepting only the strip around his underwear. He must work out in the sun shirtless and in shorts sometimes. Or maybe he swam a lot in summer. But his chest, back, and legs were brown. A lighter color than his arms, but still quite tan. His hair was brown, too, and a bit long. It almost touched his shoulders although he tended to have it tied back when he was working. He was taller and leaner than Oscar, his build more like that of a runner.
    Oscar’s body was a perfect triangle. His shoulders really were as broad as they’d seemed under his jackets and coats. That was all bone and muscle, not shoulder pads.
    Danny had pulled the quilt off the bed and dropped it on the floor. Obviously he was the untidy one of the pair. But equally obviously she couldn’t stand here forever, holding her dress