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With all the times she’s visited my dreams in the week she’s been here, it took every ounce of my self-control not to lock my arms around her waist, flip us over, and plunge my cock deep inside her. I wonder if all that wetness between her legs was from the bath or if she had the sudden urge to rub up against me on the floor.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t even be having these thoughts. Jules is my employee, and she’s living under my roof. Any sort of intimacy between us would be wildly inappropriate, which is why I’ve been trying to keep my distance.
I can’t even be in the same room as Jules when she’s cleaning. Seeing her splayed on her knees with that perfect ass in the air is more temptation than my wolf can take. Hell, she doesn’t even have to be on her knees. Everything that woman does is erotic, and I’ve come to realize that I don’t want Jules to be my housekeeper. I want her to be mine.
My wolf wants me to claim Jules as my own, which is as ridiculous as it is impossible. Jules is human, and I’ve never wanted a mate. I’ve never had the urge to shackle myself to another person — human or shifter.
And yet every time I’m around her, my wolf rises to the surface. It’s the reason I took an eight-mile run through the snow tonight — to try to banish these thoughts from my mind.
That’s all fucked now. I couldn’t even look Jules in the eye after I saw her naked. I was afraid she’d see the raw burning desire in my gaze — the depth of my need for her. I was terrified she’d realize I have no interest in a housekeeper. I only want her.
I wonder if she ever thinks of me.
It’s a stupid, self-centered thought, and I shove it aside as soon as it occurs to me. I turn the shower on as hot as it will go and let the steaming water pound my back until I can’t feel anything but tingles.
Fisting the base of my erection, I remember what her soft curves felt like pressed against me and imagine how soft she must be on the inside. I pump my hand up and down my shaft, brushing my fingers under the rim of my head and imagining it’s Jules teasing me with her mouth.
I picture those big brown eyes looking up at me from under dark lashes and imagine running my hands through that thick mane of curls.
I call to mind the delicate pink of her nipples — water sluicing off her body and gliding between those full round breasts.
My balls pull up tight to my body as I think of that pretty little cunt of hers and the way her ass clenched as she turned away from me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the orgasm explodes out of me, warm cum sliding down my hand and onto the shower floor.
I was in trouble before I saw Jules naked. Now I’m totally fucked.
I still can’t get Jules out of my head the following morning — not even as I fight my way through Denver rush-hour traffic. Crawling down the highway through the gridlock makes my skin itch with the urge to shift, but I have an important meeting today. I can’t afford to lose control.
I pound a bag of jerky in the car to sate my wolf’s appetite and leave my car with the valet. As I make my way up to the fifth floor of my building, all heads turn in my direction, and several people stare openly.
I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve hardly set foot in the office in the last few months. But it’s all I can do to keep from growling at the squirrelly young developers who keep sneaking glances at me in the elevator.
By the time I flop down at the board-room table, I’m exhausted from keeping my wolf in check. He’s clawing at my insides, restless and irritable after being trapped in a car for the last three and a half hours.
My animal has always rebelled against being confined to the city. The noise, the people, and the strange smells always put him on edge, but I’ve never been this close to losing control.
I know it’s because I’ve become so isolated — and because I haven’t been shifting as often as I should. I thought that having Jules around all the time would help, but wolves need the camaraderie of a pack, and being near Jules without being able to have her has only put him more on-edge.
“All right,” Stacy huffs without preamble, striding into the room and slapping the latest numbers onto the table in front of me. “I think the news cycle has moved on to Elon Musk’s latest travesty, so maybe we can actually find a way to dig ourselves out of this pit.”
Stacy is my head of public relations and one of those no-nonsense media types that I’ve come to appreciate. When you’re CEO and a billionaire, people bend over backwards to kiss your ass. They tend to only tell you what they think you want to hear, which is extremely ineffective.
Stacy doesn’t sugarcoat things. I’m not sure the woman even knows how. But I trust in her brutal honesty, which is the only reason I’ve kept her around.
“If we can post some decent numbers in Q2, I think we’ll see share prices recover.”
“We don’t have that long,” I growl. “We have lost investor confidence, and any time I get in front of the press, I only make things worse.”
“Well, that we can agree on,” Stacy mutters.
Like I said, the woman doesn’t sugarcoat things.
“So what’s your plan?”
“I’m glad you asked.” Stacy takes a seat at the table and presses the tips of her fingers together. “Tech Today is hosting the gala dinner for this year’s 40 Under 40 list at The Stalwart in Aspen. You need to attend that gala, and you need to bring a date.”
