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  As usual, the sight of him sent her body into overdrive and she felt as if someone had suddenly turned up the heat in the room. He’d always been a favorite with the ladies and tonight was no different. They blatantly ogled him, and a few brave souls approached him, voicing their opinions on his beauty, or clumsily asking him out. He’d always handled the attention with class, but the need to run into his arms and stake her claim consumed her.

  She wasn’t a shifter, she couldn’t mark or claim him, but she still wanted everyone to know who he belonged to. His eyes met hers, as if reading her mind, and she looked back toward Jared. He wasn’t hers, and he never would be.

  “Hey, hot stuff,” said a man on the stool next to her.

  “Hey,” she replied.

  “Want to take a ride on the Jimbo express?”

  He cupped his cock through his jeans, and she barely kept in a giggle.

  “No, I’m sorry,” she said, sweetly. “I have a boyfriend and he doesn’t like to share.”

  “I can see why,” he said, perusing her with his eyes. “If you ever find yourself single again, keep me in mind.”

  “You got it,” she said, lifting her tray off the counter.

  As if!

  “Thanks Jared.”

  She delivered the drinks, and collected payment from each table one at a time. The men flirted more than usual, and she’d been right about the tips. The money rolled in and only one loser had the nerve to grab her ass.

  She stepped away from the offending hand and opened her mouth to reprimand the young guy attached to it when Gabe appeared behind her.

  “Touch her again and you’re out of here,” Gabe said, his voice hard.

  “Who says?” asked the guy with the wandering hands.

  “I do,” Gabe growled.

  The guy opened his mouth to respond, but his friend whispered frantically in his ear.

  “Sorry man,” the guy said. “It won’t happen again.”

  “Thank you,” she smiled, and started walking back toward the bar.

  Gabe grabbed her bicep and growled in her ear.

  “My office. Now.”

  “I have to cash out with the bar first,” she said, smiling.

  She refused to let him see how much he affected her.

  “Later,” he growled.

  He dropped her arm and stormed through the crowd. One look in his direction and the patrons tripped over themselves to get out of his way. Even the women who had hit on him earlier kept their distance.

  She didn’t have to see his face to know the look, and when combined with the way his growl had rumbled through her body, she nearly melted into a puddle of goo. His words had raced straight to her core, and her pussy tingled, desperate for his touch. Liquid heat soaked her panties, and she silently swore. Another gush of heat, and her essence would drip down her inner thighs.

  Might as well get this over with!

  She tucked her tray under her arm and made her way through the crowd to Gabe’s office. She knocked twice on the forbidding barrier, and then let herself inside.

  ***

  Gabe made it to his office two full minutes before Michelle. He balled his hands into fists as he waited, affronted by her leisurely following pace, and his bear grunted in agreement. He toyed with the idea of tracking her down, but he didn’t want to make a scene. He still had a reputation to uphold, and while they were at the bar, business had to come first.

  After wearing nothing but jeans for a little over a year, Michelle had arrived for her shift in a short, frilly skirt. The same one she’d worn last Halloween if he weren’t mistaken. The fluffy material amplified her big, round ass and he’d seen more than one shithead try to reach out and grab a handful of her soft, perfect flesh.

  When he’d walked out of his office earlier in the evening, he’d honed in on her easily, as if they were already mated. When he’d seen the short skirt, his cock had hardened to the point of pain. Michelle turned away from him, and after fighting off the usual crowd of groupies, he’d made it to the bar in time to hear her say she had a boyfriend.

  Everything around him blurred as the words sank in. He felt as if he’d been kicked in the chest, and the momentary lack of oxygen threatened to send him to the floor. Somewhere in the distance someone shouted his name, and he followed the sound and gasped for air.

  “Gabe!”

  He looked at Jared and the man looked ready to jump over the bar. The bartender might be trouble, but the man always had is back.

  “You okay, man?” Jared asked, filling a glass with water.

  He walked the few feet to the bar, and downed the cool liquid.

  “Yeah…thanks.”

  He searched the crowd for Michelle, and when he could breathe normal again, he continued his covert following. If he hadn’t had a minor freak-out, the guy who’d dared to touch her ass would have never made contact.

  It had taken every ounce of willpower he’d possessed not to break the guy’s hand without a warning. When the younger human had questioned him, he’d been ready to prove why you never mess with a bear shifter in love.

  Shit!

  He might not understand it, but he knew the thoughts were true. He loved Michelle, and he had since the moment they’d met. Some of his anger abated, but he couldn’t relax.

  He stood in front his desk, in the center of his office, with his hands still balled into fists, and that’s how Michelle found him. Her gaze immediately went to the hole he’d made in the wall earlier in the week, and then she focused on his hands, as if searching for injuries.

  Her eyes widened the moment she zeroed in on his hard cock, and the damn thing jerked in approval, desperate for her touch. Her wide eyes met his and she licked her upper lip as if issuing an invitation. He knew the move wasn’t conscious, and he cleared his throat, walking past her to switch their positions and lock the door.

  She took a deep breath and he watched her breasts rise and fall with the action. She held her tray flat under her right arm, and her wavy, auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail. As if she remembered how much she hated him, her green eyes narrowed and regarded him with contempt. His anger returned with a vengeance.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he yelled. “You’re out of dress code.”

  They didn’t have a dress code, but it was the only thing that came to mind. Luckily, the room was insulated well, and the base of the jukebox drowned out their voices. No one would hear their spat.

  “We don’t have a dress code,” she challenged, “and Tanya wears short skirts all the time.”

  “Well, she isn’t—”

  My mate.

  Fuck!

  He couldn’t admit the truth.

  “She isn’t what? A fattie like me?” she yelled. “Well, you’ll just have to get over it. I may not be perfect, but some men like my body and they tip a hell of a lot better when my ass is in a short skirt instead of jeans.”

  Of course they did. Every damn man in the place wanted a piece of her luscious ass, but that wasn’t what bothered him.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” he roared.

  “I know you’ve been telling potential employers that I hate shifters. A lot of those jobs paid more than you do, with tips, and I—”

  “No, not that,” he growled. “What do you mean a fattie like you?”

  “What?”

  The look on her face would have been laughable if the situation were different.

  “You’re not fat,” he snapped.

  “Um, yes, I am, but that really isn’t the point. I—”

  He stepped forward, cupped her head in his hands and covered her mouth with his. She gasped before their lips touched and he slid his tongue inside her mouth. The kiss was hard, brutal and possessive, and he needed more. When she didn’t protest or push him away, he angled her head so he could delve deeper.

  She whimpered under his assault, but she met him stroke for stroke and stepped closer, pressing her breasts against his c
hest. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing against him and his cock throbbed with need. Her fingers folded around the belt loops of his pants, and the tray fell out from under her arm and clattered to the floor.

  He moved his hands to her ass and pulled her closer, allowing her to feel his hard dick, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned. He slid his hands under her skirt and caressed her lace covered ass. He tore his mouth away from hers and left a trail of kisses down her chin and neck. God, he wanted to sink his canines into her perfect skin. He sucked in a deep breath as his teeth started to elongate, but her smell nearly drove him insane.

  For once, nothing mattered except for his mate in his arms.

  “You’re not fat,” he said between kisses, “you’re curvy, and sexy and hot as hell. I want to fuck you, baby, hard and fast from behind so I can see this fantastic ass as I pound into you.”

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Please, Gabe.”

  “What about your boyfriend?” he asked.

  “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Please fuck me.”

  Everything faded away except his need to have her. He loosened his arms a fraction and turned her toward his desk.

  “Bend over, baby.”

  She followed his command and stretched her arms out in front of her, gripping the opposite edge of the desk. Her skirt rose up, revealing the edge of her lace panties, and he growled.

  He flipped the skirt up, exposing her ass, and his palm landed on the panty covered globe.

  Smack!

  Michelle cried out, but she didn’t stop him.

  “That was for wearing a skirt so short your panties show when you bend over,” he said through gritted teeth.

  He grabbed the lace fabric and ripped it off her body. A light pink spot colored her skin where his hand had landed moments before, and he spanked her again on the other globe.

  Smack!

  She moaned and opened her legs wider.

  “That was for wearing these flimsy lace panties,” he said, tossing them into the garage can.

  His hand slid between her legs and the wetness he found there nearly had him coming in his pants. He slid two fingers into her cunt and pumped them in and out. Her essence coated his fingers and escaped down her inner thigh.

  “Oh, baby, you’re soaking wet,” he said.

  He gathered some of the liquid and rimmed her bottom hole.

  “Gabe, please,” she begged.

  “Tell me what you want, baby. What do you need?”

  “I need you to fuck me,” she said through gritted teeth. “Now.”

  She didn’t have to tell him twice. He pushed his boxers and jeans down around his knees and slid his cock into her warm, wet core. Her pussy accepted all of him, and the tight fit caused his dick to throb.

  “God damn, baby,” he growled. “You’re so tight and perfect.”

  “Fuck me, Gabe,” she demanded.

  He moved in and out of her cunt twice before he pulled out completely and cursed.

  “Fuck!”

  “What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked anxiously.

  “I forgot the condom.”

  He wobbled in front of her to the other side of the desk, opened a bottom drawer and took out a box of condoms. He tore into the box and ripped a silver packet from a long string of protection.

  Michelle’s intake of breath alerted him to the fact that her face was level with his dick. If he moved closer, she could easily close her mouth around him. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him, her green eyes filled with lust.

  “Not this time, baby,” he said. “I have to come in that tight pussy.”

  “Please hurry,” she whispered. “I need you.”

  Her words wrapped around his heart, and he raced back around the desk so she wouldn’t see how much he loved her. He rolled the condom on and shoved his cock into her pussy. He moved in and out slowly, savoring the feel of her warm channel, but his mate had other plans.

  “Harder, Gabe,” she begged, “faster. Make me come.”

  He placed his hands on her hips and tightened his grip. He waited for her protest, but it never came, and he gripped the flesh harder. Michelle moaned and tried to push back on his cock. He held her in place and pounded into her cunt hard and fast. The desk moved with the force of his trusts, but he didn’t stop or slow down. Michelle moaned and encouraged him with one syllable words until he felt her pussy tighten around him. The familiar tingling started at the base of his spine and his cock throbbed.

  He leaned over to kiss her shoulder and the tips of his canines peeked out again. The urge to bite her rode him hard, but he wouldn’t condemn her to a life with a shifter. He closed his eyes and grazed the enamel over her shoulder blade.

  “Yes, Gabe, yes,” she cried. “Please, do it.”

  He knew she wasn’t begging him to mark her.

  “Come for me, baby,” he demanded, straightening his back. He pushed into her two more times. “Now.”

  Michelle screamed his name as her essence coated his dick. He pushed into her one more time, burying himself balls deep. He growled out his release, and then slumped over her.

  As his breathing returned to normal, the magnitude of their exchange hit him hard. His bear demanded he mark her, but the man knew he couldn’t and his heart nearly broke in two.

  He couldn’t bear to face her and risk seeing pity or disgust etched on her features.

  He pulled out of her channel and disposed of the condom, and then gently cleaned up her pussy and inner thighs with a few tissues. She didn’t try to move from her place over the desk, and for that he was grateful. He needed to escape before he begged her to change her heart.

  He pulled her skirt back over her ass, and kissed her shoulder blade.

  I love you!

  “I have to go,” he said. “I’ll lock the door so you can take all the time you need.”

  He looked at her one last time, took a deep breath, and exited the room. He ignored everyone in his path as he made his way to the back door and heaved the metal open with more force than necessary. The door slammed into the wall behind him, and then swung closed with a loud bang.

  He quickly surveyed the parking lot, and then shifted into his bear form and ran.

  Chapter Four

  Michelle listened as Gabe opened the door and slipped out of the room, locking her inside his office. Alone. The music from the jukebox, along with chattering voices from the hallway, had drifted in for a brief moment before he’d escaped, and reality shattered the coma inducing afterglow she’d almost surrendered to.

  She opened her fingers, releasing the edge of the desk, and pushed herself upright. Her legs were stiff from being locked and spread open wide, and she held onto the wood as she slowly put her weight on them. When her thighs came together, the sticky residue from their lovemaking made her eyes water.

  When Gabe had called her into his office, she knew he was going to complain about the skirt, but she’d never envisioned him kissing her. The way he’d adamantly called her sexy and admitted to wanting sex had her believing he wanted more.

  Stupid, stupid, stupid!

  Of course he didn’t want more. If the past year had proved anything, it was that Gabriel Turner definitely didn’t want more from her. Still, she’d hoped right up until he’d walked out the door.

  She had no idea why he’d become so possessive, or suddenly cared whether or not she had a boyfriend, but as soon as his lips met hers nothing else mattered. She wanted him to want her, and as his mouth assaulted hers, the farce was easy to believe.

  Idiot!

  A few tears escaped as she remembered how she’d begged him to fuck her, and when he’d scraped his teeth over her shoulder blade, she’d pleaded for his bite. In the moment of passion, he’d teased her playfully, and skillfully distracted her as he took everything she’d offered.

  The huge box of condoms in his desk should have set off warning bells, but instead she’d focused on his a
bility to remain prepared in the heat of the moment. Using a condom had never crossed her mind, and she’d never had sex without insisting her partner wear one. The skin on skin contact had felt amazing, and she’d thrilled at the intimate moment.

  She grabbed a few tissues from the box on the bookcase and wiped her eyes. She couldn’t cry anymore, not here. Gabe had said to take her time, but what if he came back in wondering why she wasn’t out on the floor serving drinks? God, she couldn’t face him again.

  Ever.

  She dropped the tissues in the trash can, and the band around her heart tightened when she saw the torn lace panties and the tissues he’d used to wipe up her essence. His gentle touch had been at odds with his demanding, possessive, animalistic lovemaking, and she’d melted for both his rough and tender touches.

  She shook her head and swore. He hated her, he always had, and his touches meant nothing more than those of any other man who’d just had a quick fuck with a willing woman in love with him.

  She righted the desk, and then picked her tray up off the floor and placed it in the center of the smooth top. She emptied her pockets and quickly calculated how much money she owed the bar, and how much she’d made in tips, and then she placed the cash on the tray. She scribbled a note on her notepad, signed and dated the missive, and then placed the pad, note and pen on the tray. The apron was hers, but she checked the pockets again, and then threw the short, white fabric away.

  The only thing holding her to the building was her purse and keys in her locker. She couldn’t go out into the main bar and risk seeing Gabe again, but she couldn’t get home without her keys.

  There was only one thing she could do.

  The inter-building phone was a way for the staff and Gabe to talk without leaving their stations. She dialed the three digit number for the bar and prayed Isabelle picked up.

  “Hey, what’s up?” Izzy asked.

  “Isabelle, it’s me,” she said, and cringed when her voice cracked on the last word. “It’s me, Michelle.”