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You liked him watching, didn’t you?

Yes. Did you mind?

No, love. It’s all about how you feel.

Chapter Forty-Six

ANDROS

Ijerk the knot in my tie higher and curse the fact that I’m still hard as a rock. Even after taking care of myself in the shower this morning, again. Looking in the mirror, I snarl when I see the crumpled mess around my neck and strip off the tie, throwing it on the bed with the other two.

“Fuck it,” I mutter. Grabbing my laptop bag, I storm out of my bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen, where I find the two of them kissing. “Are you ready?”

She pulls her lips from Macklin’s and grabs her things. “Let’s go.”

Dressed in a pink shirt dress that swirls around her long legs, she brushes past me, and I close my eyes as her scent fills my senses. A mixture of Macklin and her, the sweet notes of her vanilla body lotion, and the tangy richness of her blood has my incisors lengthening. I turn my face away, trying to escape it.

Normally, a walk to work would clear my head, but with all the snow on the ground, I’ve been driving, not wanting her to get cold. I help her slip on her coat in the elevator, and when we get out, I open the passenger door. Her coat falls open, and her skirt rides up as she gets in, giving me a glimpse of her inner thighs. Immediately, my mind pictures them wrapped around Macklin’s head as her body moves against his tongue. I slam the door shut.

At work, I leave her at the elevator and hide in my office for the first couple of hours. My phone chimes, reminding me of my upcoming meeting, and I mentally go over my notes as I stride out, but I’m not twenty feet down the hall when I hear her.

“I’m sorry, Aaron, but I’m not coming to happy hour tonight. I’d rather wait for Teague so he can go with me,” Charli says, and I grit my teeth.

Aaron scoffs. “Teague’s not going to care. We have an open policy when it comes to socializing.”

“It has nothing to do with the policy. He’s my mate. I want him there,” Charli tells Aaron.

He laughs. “Like the whole town doesn’t know he’s your mate after he and Macklin put those heads on a pole. But I’m sure he’d be fine with you coming to happy hour. Everyone’s excited about getting to know you.”

Rounding the corner, I see him holding her elbow, his head bent close to hers, and I see red. Literally. Snarling, I stare at the little shit. “Release my mate.”

Charli raises a delicate brow and rolls her eyes. “Now you want to declare it? Don’t bother.” She jerks her elbow from Aaron. “Don’t touch me. I said no, and I meant it.” She stalks off, muttering under her breath about stupid men.

Aaron turns, and I grab him by the collar and jerk him toward me. “If you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you do.” I release him, and he scurries away.

When I get to her and Teague’s office, I shut the door and lock it.

“Not this again,” she snaps, her green eyes flashing with ire. “You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to happy hour.”

I stalk toward her, and she backs up into the desk. “You have thirty seconds to take off your panties, or I’m ripping them off.”

Her jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

“Twenty seconds.” I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. “I can’t get the image of you from last night out of my mind. Your beautiful face flushed with pleasure. The freedom you felt to explore something new.” I lean in close. “I need you.”

Pupils blown, she raises her dress and hooks her fingers in the waistband of her panties, then strips them off and tosses them on her desk.

“Turn around and place your hands on the desk,” I order, slipping my cock free.

She turns and thrusts her hips out, and I exhale, pull my glove off, and shove it in my pocket. Then I glide my hand over the curve of her taut ass and between her legs.

“So fucking wet. You liked me watching you with Macklin last night, didn’t you?”

She presses into my hand, soaking it in seconds. “Yes.”

Replacing my hand with my cock, I slide it across her slit from top to bottom, and her breathing picks up. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear the words spill from your sweet, innocent lips.”

“You. I want you,” she gasps, but I’m not willing to let her off the hook so easily.