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“Oh, I assure you that I can control my temper. You don’t have a black eye, do you?”
“Because you just degraded her. I told you that several people sang her praises, and you said it must be because they want to sleep with her. How would you feel to hear someone speak about your mother or your sister like that? I know you’ve been through a lot, and leaving the SEALs was harder than you thought it would be, but that does not give you permission to be an asshole. I’d rather have someone lose their temper at a gas station than have someone belittle another person just because they didn’t get their way. You’re better than that, Wolf.”
The man oozed BDE. But he’d met his match. Because we both had big dick energy. And I would not back down, even if he was the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Dear Lord. There are two of you.”
“You’re so fucking aggravating. So far under my skin, I can’t fucking see straight.”
“Yeah. You will be. If you so much as look at Dylan Thomas again, I will hunt your ass down and fucking end you. You won’t be the first one I’ve done it to, so don’t press your luck.”
this time when I thought about going down on my knees for her, it wasn’t to look for a weapon. Unless the one between her legs counted.
“Come for me, Minx,” I whispered against her skin, and her body convulsed against me, and she cried out my name as she rode out every last bit of pleasure. Fuck me. If I never kissed another woman again, I’d die a happy man. That was the hottest fucking make-out session I’d ever experienced in my life.
“I like the sound of your laugh.” She shrugged. “It’s so much better than the sound of your voice.”
“Careful, Minx. It almost sounds like you’re falling for me.” “Never going to happen. I learned at a young age to stay away from the big, bad Wolf.”
This was not the norm. Not now. Not ever. I wasn’t a cuddler. I wasn’t an affectionate person. I wasn’t a talker. But something about this woman made it impossible not to touch her. Not to want to keep her close.
“I don’t know if HR would be okay with how you take care of your employees,” I said close to his ear as we walked side by side through the busy café. “It’s my job to make sure you’re happy.”
The dirty talk. The banter. The arguing. The attraction. The sex. I’d never enjoyed hating someone so much.
“I told her I was in a relationship. Because whatever the fuck this is, it makes me happy. I don’t want anyone else. And I know that fucking scares you, and it scares me, too. And maybe it will end in a day or two. Who the fuck knows? But I told her I wasn’t interested because I was with someone else.”
He was grumpy about the most ridiculous things. Yet the man swam in the ocean after being shot three times. Choose your battles, dude. It’s freaking karaoke. You’ve done worse.
“Mine.” The word had more meaning than I wanted to admit. Because she was mine. There was no way around it anymore.
Did I love Wolf Wayburn? Yes. But no one needed to know that.
I fucking loved her. That crazy, possessive, I-can’t-live-without-you kind of love I’d always thought was foolish.
Dylan Thomas was what had been missing from my life. This wasn’t temporary—this was forever.
“I fucking love you, Dylan Thomas,” I whispered and closed my eyes. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders once I said it. Words I never thought I’d say to a woman that wasn’t my mother or sister. Even though she hadn’t heard me say it, I had. And it felt good to say it out loud.
“I left you because I would die before I’d let anyone, or anything, hurt you.
