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‘scene’ in the alley, as you put it, was not staged. Second, that was anything but a real fuck. We had all our clothes on, for Christ’s sake. And third.” He paused to close what little distance remained between them. Staring directly into her eyes, nose to nose, he growled his last words. “The orgasm we shared was more than good, it was explosive. Lie to yourself if you want to, but you came hard, like a shot.” He licked his lips, unable to help how turned on she made him in her anger. “And I can still smell your come creaming your panties. Hell, right now you want nothing more than a hard fuck right on Gerald’s desk, isn’t that right?”
    Her pupils dilated with lust, and her scent filled the room. Pure, unadulterated sex.
    “Fuck. You.”
    “Sure thing, honey. You just name the time and place.”
    He watched in amazement as her pupils began to elongate. He could smell the familiar scent of feline musk flooding the room and waited, his breath held, as Rachel amazingly began to turn.
    Her hair began to rise as her body was covered in a field of static energy, and her teeth grew sharp as she hissed at him in anger. God, she made him burn. The mixture of 24
    mountain lion and woman was almost more than he could take. Glancing at Gerald’s desk, Burke figured he could have it cleared in one swipe of his arm. He’d bend her over the solid oak on her belly and yank those jeans and panties off her legs. Within seconds he’d lower his own clothes, just enough to spring his cock free before he’d shove it hard and deep into that honeyed, wet pussy.
    Rachel’s hands fisted into paws as she raised one arm as if to strike.
    Do it. Please, touch me and I swear I’ll mark you as one of mine in a heartbeat. The choice, even unknowingly made, had to be hers.
    Gerald, damn his ass, chose that minute to knock at the door. “Hey, is everything all right in there?”
    Son of a bitch. Burke knew Gerald could smell the passion raging in the room, the scent of a female in heat overpowering enough to easily reach the lawyer outside the office.
    Rachel blinked, and that suddenly her shift vanished as if it had never been. She swayed and righted herself, still miffed enough not to want Burke’s touch. “Come near me again and I’ll geld you.” Sniffing, she turned on her heel and stalked out the door, nearly knocking over Gerald, who waited impatiently on the other side.
    Gerald watched Rachel go with amusement, his lips quirked in an aggravating smirk.
    “Not one word.” Burke stormed through the door, knocking Gerald into the wall as he passed, heading for the bathroom to finally clean up. “Not one fucking word.”
    Rachel was so mad she wanted to cry. Frustrated anger that had no outlet, not to mention the absurd hurt, lingered in her battered heart. When would she learn? Jesse, apparently, hadn’t been enough of a fiasco to teach her abject lessons about the male of the species. Men weren’t loyal, they weren’t honest, and they certainly weren’t worth a single tear.
    Wiping her cheeks with a rough jerk, she stalked outside to the only car in the lot and waited. Why couldn’t she have seen this earlier? Men like Burke Chastell had one thing on their minds and one thing only: screwing over women to get whatever they wanted.
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    Hadn’t she caught him verbally abusing that poor waitress this morning? And the entire diner had overheard Rachel state her name as Rachel Penny, not to mention her connection to Charlotte. Why then hadn’t he mentioned he wanted her land? That he and her aunt were neighbors, at least?
    No. It was so much easier, and probably more fun, to fuck with Rachel’s body and mind. The dishonesty of it all made her want to puke. It was so…so Jesse all over again.
    And then to stir her to horny madness in Gerald’s office? What was wrong with him?
    Shit. What was wrong with her?
    Because as much as she’d hated him at that moment, her body had been readying for his penetration. Her