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can take to library functions, someone without tattoos who doesn’t beat the shit out of others for a living. Who doesn’t turn into a wolf.”
    “You don’t know any of this for sure. She’s not wolf. She doesn’t know she’s everything to you yet. She might feel just as much for you, but out there, no one would ever claim her this fast. She wouldn’t say anything for fear of getting hurt.”
    “Yeah,” but Tank’s voice was doubtful.
    “Don’t yeah me. You know I’m telling truth. Give it a little longer, then lay how you’re feeling on her. She’s your true mate, and she might be crazy enough to love your dumbass just as it is.”
    As he reached his front door, Tank drew a deep breath, shaking off the piss-poor mood that was creeping up with the thoughts he’d shared with Razor.
    Jess was staying with him this weekend, and he didn’t want their time ruined. What he wanted was to be buried balls deep inside his woman as often as possible during the next forty-eight hours, and if he did his job right, she wouldn’t be going into work Monday and possibly Tuesday as well.
    Hell no, she wouldn’t be making it in Tuesday.
    “Jess,” he called, when opening the door showed no sign of his lovely tormentor.
    “In back.”
    He walked into the bedroom. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, but when he did, his knees buckled, and only catching himself against the wall kept him upright.
    Boots. Black leather, knee-high and high-heeled, they made her legs endless.
    She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other, and above those boots a long expanse of creamy thigh the short skirt so kindly exposed. Her shirt was white and tailored, with a collar and long sleeves, and the buttons were open far down, far enough he saw the lace edging of the black bra underneath.
    And swinging carelessly from her fingers?
    Handcuffs.
    “Are you going to be kind enough to strip and allow me to cuff you to the bed, or are you going to make me use force?” Jess had a little smile hovering around the corners of her mouth, but her eyes held a scared shadow, and it hit him, how much this cost her, to expose herself.
    There was no one sexier or stronger than the woman in front of him, and damned if he wasn’t going to prove it to her all night long.
    He pulled his shirt over his head, gratified by how her eyes roamed over his chest and traced every ridge of his torso. “You’re scary, so I guess I better do what you say.”
    The shadow fled and a swift show of relief passed over her face before the smile returned. “I’m glad you see it my way.”
    He took his time. Before he unzipped his jeans he palmed himself, making a show of rubbing his dick through the fabric. The rough scratch felt nice, but it was nothing to the sight of her eyes clouding over as she watched, her mouth falling open and her tongue unconsciously swiping her lower lip.
    His thumbs hooked the waist of his pants and he pulled down. His cock was so hard it bounced up as soon as it was free, and her eyes locked on. When the pants were off, he walked over to the bed and put his arms up so his wrists were at the headboard.
    Jess rose, and it was his turn to start panting. The boots were spectacular when she was sitting down, but standing they were fucking sinful. “You are not allowed to take those boots off tonight.”
    “Oh really? I don’t think you get to have a say in things tonight.” She knew how to use handcuffs, and it took only a moment to have him chained to the bed. “The only one issuing any orders is going to be me.”
    With that, she swung her leg over his torso and settled her pussy on his stomach.
    Her bare pussy.
    “Where’s your underwear?” he asked, his voice strangled as the wet, slick skin slid over the clenched muscles.
    “Ummm… whoops?” she said, all innocence and devilish grin, as she ran her hands over his pecs.
    His arms jerked in involuntary motion, the desire to put her under his control already slamming into