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was sound asleep in a queen-size bed covered in pristine white sheets. His long legs were slightly spread and he was bare-ass naked. His skin was a golden tan all over, and there wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t unyielding. His ass was beautifully curved, and two dimples formed in his cheeks. Heat rushed up the back of her neck and her mouth began to water. She wanted to dip her tongue in those cute little craters. The taste of him would explode in her mouth. Jen, you are a wicked pervert. Leave right now. Jen ignored the good angel on her shoulder.
    She inspected the perfection of his taut back muscles that rose and fell at a steady pace. It was his hair that was her undoing. He’d discarded the leather band, and his distinctive long black mane spread across his shoulder blades and covered part of his white pillowcase. She flexed her fingers that ached to run through all that silk, lingering at his hairline to massage his neck. Her gray wolf was a beautiful man.
    She slowly closed the door and tears filled her eyes for what could never be. Clothes could wait, she decided, and made her way back to the bedroom to take a shower.
     
    Gray rolled over and groaned with momentary relief when the cold air hit his throbbing groin. This woman was giving him a permanent hard-on. He’d been in an easy slumber and her scent filled his wakening breath. He felt her eyes on him and forced himself not to move. In his mind he pictured her naked, straddling his legs, and her fingertips replaced her eyes as they slowly burned a trail up his body. She wouldn’t stop, and her fingers played with his hair. That would be a first. He never allowed a woman to mess with his hair. It was much too personal.
    “This cannot and should not be happening,” he said to his empty room as he got up and walked into the bathroom to take a very cold shower.
     
    A half-hour later, Jennie walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel and feeling refreshed. When she passed the bed, she noticed two articles of clothing: a pair of black athletic shorts and another t-shirt. The navy-blue shirt had the logo of Wolff’s Roadhouse. Did he know she’d seen him naked in bed? She didn’t have any clean underwear and would have to go commando under her clothes.
    Her cheeks got warm when she passed Gray’s open bedroom door. The bed was unmade, but the room was otherwise uncluttered.
    She walked into the kitchen area, expecting to see her host and his nephew, but neither was in sight. She paused at the mess on the table, and the sight made her lose her appetite. Two empty cereal bowls were still on the table, along with boxes Lucky Charms and Frosted Mini-Wheats. They’d spilled cereal on the table and left banana peels. Someone had eaten peanut butter and jelly, and hadn’t closed the jars or seal the loaf of bread. It was a wonder the Mt. Vesuvius of dishes in the sink didn’t topple over.
    Luckily, there was a Keurig coffee maker with the pods in a holder next to the machine on the counter. It was there she found a note. We went fishing, be back this afternoon. Help yourself to whatever you feel like eating. Gray.
    The refrigerator held a half-gallon of milk and two six-packs of soda. A container of fresh orange juice and a box of tube yogurt remained unopened. Five pre-made commercial lunchboxes were stacked on the upper shelf. It also held an assortment of takeout containers and a flat box that held one slice of dried-out pizza. No eggs, cheese, or vegetables were in sight. Apparently good food was being ignored while the junk took center stage. She looked around the kitchen once more and wondered what his housekeeper did if the house was such a mess.
    She opened a door to the side of the refrigerator and revealed a small pantry. Junk food heaven continued. Five different kinds of chips, open bags of store-bought cookies, and jars of salsa, a brand she’d never heard of, shared the shelf with bags of tortilla chips. She liked to eat, but balanced her diet