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her folds, sliding his moist, firm tongue along her slit, sucking her nub and thrusting into her wet heat until she came undone.
    Just because she didn’t have actual sexual experience with a man didn’t mean she hadn’t fantasized, and she’d have been a liar to say she didn’t want fantasy to turn into reality. Right here, right now.
    He wanted it, too, if the mammoth size of his erection heating her stomach was any indication.
    He doesn’t want you, specifically. Like all men, he just wants sex. Doesn’t matter with whom.
    â€œClothes,” Brice growled.
    â€œI, um.” The swirls of hairs on his chest teased the palm Cassie pressed against his torso. Her hand itched to stroke every inch of his body, and she wondered if his penis would feel as velvety as it looked.
    Focus!
    â€œYour grandmother never wanted to throw out your stuff. Everything is where you left it.” Cassie tugged down the dirty hem of the baseball shirt. “Mostly.”
    â€œGrab me a pair of jeans and a shirt.” Brice left her standing, breathless and out of sorts, in the middle of the foyer.
    Cassie resisted a retort about not being his maid. By the time she thought of it, the shower was running. Barging into the bathroom to make the grand announcement was probably a bad idea.
    She headed into the kitchen for a broom. A bloodied nose and bruised balls were bad enough. She didn’t want Brice to cut his feet on broken glass.
    She flipped on the kitchen light and stared, slack-jawed.
    Oh, no.
    â€œHe didn’t.”
    Oh, yeah. He did.
    The fog numbing her senses evaporated. In its place came the startling reality that although Brice Walker was a wolfman, he was also a pig.
    Cassie no longer felt sorry about the pain she’d inflicted. If he’d been standing in the kitchen at that moment, she would’ve beat him with the broomstick. He could’ve eaten anything else in the whole darn kitchen, but no. He had to eat her pie.
    The freshly baked, made-from-scratch cherry pie promised to Rafe Wyatt in lieu of a cash payment for her clunker’s scheduled oil change. Now she’d have to cancel the car service. Again!
    She glared at the white dribbles of milk and red splatters of pie filling on the counter. In the sink sat a dirty plate. A sticky spoon. A suspiciously spotless pie pan.
    Gross!
    Brice had licked it clean. Cassie knew he had. Probably drank straight from the milk carton, too.
    â€œMen!” It seemed some male traits were shared between species.
    Grumbling, she grabbed a cloth and scrubbed the dishes and countertop clean before hurrying to the bedroom with a death grip on the broom. By the time she dumped the last of the broken glass into the trash, her irritation had mellowed. To be fair, Brice hadn’t known she bartered pies for services when he ate it.
    Cassie tossed her dirty nightshirt into the laundry basket. She had found the worn baseball jersey on the closet floor when she moved in and couldn’t resist wearing it to bed. She should’ve known borrowing something without permission would bring bad luck.
    She knelt beside her battered suitcases and sorted through her clothes until she found a comfortable pair of shorts and a thin, long-sleeved T-shirt. The shower shut off, so she dressed quickly and straightened the bed. By the time she’d finished, Brice had yet to emerge from the bathroom. Suspicion made her glare down the hallway.
    Brice had commandeered her new razor to shave that scruff from his face. The certainty of it threatened to rekindle her temper. Good sense snuffed it out. No matter the history between her and Margaret, Cassie was the hired help. She shouldn’t make too many waves.
    Massaging the muscles in her neck, she dutifully pulled his clothes from the closet and laid them on the bed. She’d play butler to a grown wolfman if it meant she would continue to have a place to live.
    After rummaging through the dresser drawers,