pay any price to
have a leopard. Any price. They want to show it off to their friends.” He
watched her as she slid a piece of paper toward him.
“That’s a shifter I heard of. He’s in
debt to his ass on gambling. I’m thinking you can buy him for the price of his
debts. And since we know the man who he owes the money too, we all win.”
He looked at the piece of paper before
picking up the phone. “And if he won’t sell us his marker, then what?”
She shrugged. “Then we kill him too.”
As she moved out of the room, he
shivered. Christ, she was cold. He looked at the name of the bookie and
wondered why she’d say that about her own father. Anita Kidd was one cold and
calculating bitch.
“Hello, Mr. Kidd. It’s Roy Dawson. I was
wondering if we could talk a little about Chris Reutter. I understand he owes
you a great deal of money.”
And just like that, he had a shifter.
~~~
Marc was in a shitty mood. Even the
others in the office were steering clear of him. When he came out of his office
for the second time in less than an hour to bark at someone, she slammed her
desk drawer closed and stood up. She was going to lunch early and he could fuck
off.
He watched her as she turned the service
over, and then followed her into the little kitchen area. She was waiting for
the water to boil in the microwave when he leaned against the counter beside
her.
“Is that all you ever eat? Don’t you
crave meat or an occasional vegetable?” She didn’t look at him when the machine
dinged. “I’m talking to you, the least you can do is acknowledge me.”
“Hello. Now get the fuck away from me.
I’m on my lunch hour. My time, not yours.” He growled low and her entire body
went on alert; her cat seemed to skim along her skin. She stood up, dumping her
lunch on the table, and backed up.
“You felt it, didn’t you?” He moved
toward her slowly as he spoke low. “You want to come to me, don’t you? You want
to touch me.”
“I’m not feeling well. I would like to
go home.” He shook his head and continued coming toward her. “You can’t keep me
here. I can go when I want to.”
The vending machine touched her back. She
knew she was trapped. Looking to her left, she could see the wall, and to her
right was another table. He was nearly to her when she looked at him. Putting
out her hand made him stop, but when he took it into his hand and then to his
mouth, she jerked away.
“You feel it. This attraction between us.
You want me as much as I want you.” She shook her head at him. “If I touch you
right now, what will you do? Will I smell your arousal?”
His words were having the strangest effect
on her. She tried to back further away from him as he closed the distance
between them. When he ran his finger along her throat, she moaned before she
could stop it. He leaned slowly into her neck and she tilted her head for him.
His tongue was hot and wet; it curved
around her throat to her ear where he nipped at her lobe. Putting her hand up
to push him away ended up with her curling her hand into his chest as he ran
his hand down her ribs to the top of her pants. As soon as his hand touched her
ribs, she moaned again. He lifted her up with his free hand and wrapped her leg
over his hip. His cock rocked into her as he cupped her breast from beneath.
He touched her everywhere. His hands
moved so quickly that she wasn’t surprised when she felt his mouth on her
nipple. He’d lifted her shirt up and her bra and was suckling hard on the tip. He
tore his mouth away from her breast to take her mouth, his tongue spearing into
her and dancing with her tongue like he’d been doing it forever. When he lifted
her up again, this time cupping her ass, she wrapped around him and locked her
ankles around him. He was fucking her through their clothes when she felt him
bite gently at her shoulder. Her cat snarled at her or him, she wasn’t sure
which, but he bit her again, this time hard enough to make her come.
Her
have a leopard. Any price. They want to show it off to their friends.” He
watched her as she slid a piece of paper toward him.
“That’s a shifter I heard of. He’s in
debt to his ass on gambling. I’m thinking you can buy him for the price of his
debts. And since we know the man who he owes the money too, we all win.”
He looked at the piece of paper before
picking up the phone. “And if he won’t sell us his marker, then what?”
She shrugged. “Then we kill him too.”
As she moved out of the room, he
shivered. Christ, she was cold. He looked at the name of the bookie and
wondered why she’d say that about her own father. Anita Kidd was one cold and
calculating bitch.
“Hello, Mr. Kidd. It’s Roy Dawson. I was
wondering if we could talk a little about Chris Reutter. I understand he owes
you a great deal of money.”
And just like that, he had a shifter.
~~~
Marc was in a shitty mood. Even the
others in the office were steering clear of him. When he came out of his office
for the second time in less than an hour to bark at someone, she slammed her
desk drawer closed and stood up. She was going to lunch early and he could fuck
off.
He watched her as she turned the service
over, and then followed her into the little kitchen area. She was waiting for
the water to boil in the microwave when he leaned against the counter beside
her.
“Is that all you ever eat? Don’t you
crave meat or an occasional vegetable?” She didn’t look at him when the machine
dinged. “I’m talking to you, the least you can do is acknowledge me.”
“Hello. Now get the fuck away from me.
I’m on my lunch hour. My time, not yours.” He growled low and her entire body
went on alert; her cat seemed to skim along her skin. She stood up, dumping her
lunch on the table, and backed up.
“You felt it, didn’t you?” He moved
toward her slowly as he spoke low. “You want to come to me, don’t you? You want
to touch me.”
“I’m not feeling well. I would like to
go home.” He shook his head and continued coming toward her. “You can’t keep me
here. I can go when I want to.”
The vending machine touched her back. She
knew she was trapped. Looking to her left, she could see the wall, and to her
right was another table. He was nearly to her when she looked at him. Putting
out her hand made him stop, but when he took it into his hand and then to his
mouth, she jerked away.
“You feel it. This attraction between us.
You want me as much as I want you.” She shook her head at him. “If I touch you
right now, what will you do? Will I smell your arousal?”
His words were having the strangest effect
on her. She tried to back further away from him as he closed the distance
between them. When he ran his finger along her throat, she moaned before she
could stop it. He leaned slowly into her neck and she tilted her head for him.
His tongue was hot and wet; it curved
around her throat to her ear where he nipped at her lobe. Putting her hand up
to push him away ended up with her curling her hand into his chest as he ran
his hand down her ribs to the top of her pants. As soon as his hand touched her
ribs, she moaned again. He lifted her up with his free hand and wrapped her leg
over his hip. His cock rocked into her as he cupped her breast from beneath.
He touched her everywhere. His hands
moved so quickly that she wasn’t surprised when she felt his mouth on her
nipple. He’d lifted her shirt up and her bra and was suckling hard on the tip. He
tore his mouth away from her breast to take her mouth, his tongue spearing into
her and dancing with her tongue like he’d been doing it forever. When he lifted
her up again, this time cupping her ass, she wrapped around him and locked her
ankles around him. He was fucking her through their clothes when she felt him
bite gently at her shoulder. Her cat snarled at her or him, she wasn’t sure
which, but he bit her again, this time hard enough to make her come.
Her
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