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I throw open each door that I come to, finally reaching my own bedroom. Jules’s scent is stronger in here, and I close my eyes as I drink it in.
I hope to hell she’s in a forgiving mood, because my need for her is too great to ignore. A new urgency overtakes me as I whip around the corner, jerking to a stop in the bathroom doorway.
Jules is no longer in her evening gown. She’s bent over scrubbing the marble floor, her feet splayed in a pair of strappy nude heels. She’s naked except for a ruffled peach thong and matching mesh bra.
My jaw drops at the sight of her perfect round ass as she leans forward with a sponge in hand, thrusting her hips back in invitation.
She looks over her shoulder at the sound of my footsteps, blinking up at me with warm brown eyes. Her expression is a mixture of satisfaction and anger that I long to fuck right out of her.
“What are you —” I begin, the miles of exposed golden skin short-circuiting my ability to form full sentences.
“Cleaning,” says Jules, casually dunking her sponge in a bucket of soapy water and sliding forward so that her knees fan out, opening her at the perfect angle to —
“Cleaning,” I repeat dumbly. “In that?” I gesture wordlessly at the transparent ruffles skimming the swell of her perfect ass.
“Is that a problem, Mr. Lazos?” she asks in a fake-innocent tone, blinking up at me from under her lashes.
I’m completely lost for words as she pushes herself up to face me, moving onto her palms first and then rising to her knees. The mesh bra she’s wearing has see-through cups that put her breasts on full display. I have a perfect view of her rosy pink nipples, but I force my gaze back to her face.
Jules quirks an eyebrow. “After all, I’m just your employee, right?”
There’s an unmistakable challenge in her expression, and the alpha in me roars to life.
I’m no longer Dimitri the man. I am all wolf as I reach out and grip Jules lightly by the throat. “You’re fired,” I croak, swallowing to wet my parched throat.
Jules’s mouth opens in a little “O” of surprise, and my gaze drops to those delectable lips, which I’ve imagined in so many depraved scenarios that it should be illegal.
With one hand still cupping her throat, I tug her gently to her feet. Jules watches me with a guarded expression, but I detect arousal, not fear, in those deep-brown eyes.
“I never want to see you on your knees again, unless it’s with my cock in your mouth.”
Jules sucks in a breath of surprise, and I smell the sweet musk of feminine arousal. I lean in closer and tilt her head back, running my nose along the tender line of her throat as I drink in her scent.
Jules lets out a soft shudder of pleasure that makes my cock jump in my pants.
“What would I find if I touched you right now?” I whisper, my breath tickling that sensitive spot on her neck and causing her whole body to tremble. “Are you wet for me, Jules? Or did you put on this little outfit just to punish me?”
“Is it working?” she rasps, her eyes not leaving mine once as I trace my thumb down her throat to the indent between her collarbones.
“Answer the question, Julianna,” I growl.
She narrows her eyes in a glare, and I can scent just how much she wants me — and how much she hates me. I vow to change the latter. “Can’t it be both?”
“No.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own as I trail my hand between her breasts, over her stomach, and finally down to her soft mound to touch her through her panties.
Jules inhales sharply. They’re completely soaked.
“Either you want me, or you don’t.”
There’s a long pause as Jules stares at me, and I can tell she doesn’t want to say the words. Fine. Two can play at this game.
With the lightest touch possible, I begin to stroke her delicate folds with the backs of my fingers, the pad of my thumb. Her body trembles beneath my hand, and when I move half an inch up to find her most sensitive spot, Jules lets out a low groan and leans into my touch.
I swallow, holding fast to my shreds of control as I wait for Jules’s answer. My wolf is snapping at his leash, and I feel as though I might fucking die if I don’t devour her now.
“I want you,” she croaks, her voice strained with her own need.
There’s so much I still have to tell her, but right now, that’s all I need to hear.
