Brianna is a successful businesswoman who prides herself on being practical… until Logan comes into her life. When she’s attacked one night and a wolf comes to her rescue, she has no choice but to believe in the unbelievable. Admitting Logan is a werewolf is one thing, but is she ready to be his mate?
As Brianna looked up, and up, she saw the most beautiful brown eyes she’d ever seen. The rest of the guy wasn’t too bad either, she noted as her gaze roamed over his short-cropped brown hair, tanned face, and full luscious lips…the kind that you just knew would be excellent at kissing.
“May I help you?” she asked a little breathlessly.
“I was hoping you’d have the latest John Saul book,” he said with a grin, having noticed her appraisal.
Her cheeks heated, sure sign she was blushing. “Yes, of course, it’s right over here,’.” Brianna got up from her stool to guide him to the new releases. Picking up the title in question, she handed it to him.
“Thank you. I think I’ll look around for a minute and see if anything else catches my eye.” If the twinkle in his eye was any indication, he’d already found something else of interest – her!
Brianna plastered a smile across her face, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, wanting to know if the muscles under his shirt would feel as strong as they looked. “Of course, just let me know if you need anything else.” Full frontal body massage, blow job, mind-blowing sex…
“I’ll do that.” His gaze travelled down her body and back up to her eyes after resting briefly on her C cup breasts, which were displayed rather well in her v-neck top.
Brianna smiled and headed back to her stool, where she’d have a premium view of the delicious stranger. She hoped he paid with a credit card so she’d at least know his name and prayed he’ld return soon. She could use some eye-candy like that on a daily basis. The man was positively drool-worthy.
From her perch, she watched him. If she had to guess, she’d say he was about six-foot three inches tall. His broad chest sent delicious thoughts careening through her mind. The tee he was wearing accented his washboard abs and trim waist. His muscles had muscles. Brianna could easily picture herself wrapping her long legs around him, holding on for the ride.
As if sensing her gaze, he turned and flashed a smile at her, before turning back to the bookshelf. Every time those deep chocolate eyes focused on her, she turned to liquid fire.
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