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Her question about the secretary pulled him from the void of excitement, seeming irrelevant and random.
“Do I have a secretary?” he repeated.
Lyra leaned forward on the table, her breasts sitting on it like it was the perfect shelf. He thought he could see a flicker of the shade of the bra she was wearing in his peripheral vision. It was rude to stare, even if a woman was being so indirectly direct with her advances. But it was a lot like trying not to look directly into the striking spill of the luminous moon.
Coral. Her bra was coral.
“Yes,” she murmured.
Her bulbous flesh bobbed up and down, just begging for his baseball mitt size paw to wrap around and massage them.
“Why would I have a secretary?” he said, cocking a gentle eyebrow.
She shrugged, then slowly rose from the table. She lingered as she bent forward, those glowing orbs looking like their own flavorful meal.
Timber had to clear his throat to stifle a grunt.
“Oh, just something silly my mother said. She said not to get attached to the kid because then you might fall in love with your secretary and run off with her.”
Marigold was beginning to doze off, so Lyra scooped her up and laid her on her shoulder as Timber tried to compute what she had just said. Blood ran to his cock faster than to his brain.
“Umm” was all he could conjure.
Lyra, who looked like she had applied lipstick that was a similar shade as her bra, bit down into her lip and then gave him a frisky wink.
“I’m going to put her down. Give me a second.”
Lyra turned the corner of the kitchen and disappeared into the hallway. Timber ran his hands through his hair, trying to keep the beast of his desire at bay.
She was driving him crazy even when she did nothing but breathe. But what she was doing now was just cruel.
And it needed to be addressed.
He heard Lyra close the bedroom door of Marigold’s room, then pad down to the kitchen. He stood at the edge of the wall near the entryway, wanting to catch her off guard.
And catch her off guard, he did.
“Why do you care if I fall for a secretary?” he growled … the bear in him coming out … as she had turned the corner, beguiled by the empty chair and table, then jolted once Timber had begun speaking. Her confident expression washed away, replaced by startled intrigue.
Timber advanced on her slowly, causing her to back away, not out of fear, but something else entirely. He clenched his fists as she moved to the kitchen counter, her eyes upturned to him and her chest protruding.
He tried to narrow in on her with a grave look that meant business, but he caught a whiff of her scent that ran beautifully up the curve of her cleavage and caressed his open nostrils. She must taste like vanilla and honeysuckle.
They had made it to the kitchen counter, and she pressed her back against it, the flat of her palms pushing down to give her plumage even more leverage. Timber pressed his knuckles into the marble of the counter, towering over her like a silverback gorilla.
She was no longer startled but thrilled. He could see in her shiny, parted lips and the bloom of gold in those adventurous eyes.
He could also smell it sweetly through her skin and hip-hugging jeans.
“I like I said,” she muttered, swallowing to get a hold of herself. “It’s something my mother said. Nothing too important.”
Timber reached a hand up to her neck and cupped the side of it gently. She let out a gasp, airy and sensual, that made his cock twitch.
“Would you be jealous of her?” he grunted.
Lyra did not hesitate one second.
“Extremely,” she panted.
