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  “I can’t do anything unless you tell me what you want.” His thumbs swirled in circles on her thigh.

  “What’s with the foxes’ bad reputation?” She forced the words out of her mouth.

  Her body screamed with the urge to say something different. The thought of his hands parting her thighs and then easing up to stroke over her pussy almost destroyed her ability to think of anything else.

  He groaned. “Damn, you’re stubborn. The foxes cause trouble. Most of the time, it’s with manipulation. On occasion, like Carl Tunney did, they’ll attack. They’re elitist. They don’t like humans or other whyr.”

  “What makes you think his sisters or whatever won’t fade away and forget about me now that you’ve mated me?” She raised a brow. “There’s been no indication that they’re looking for me. I’m sure they’d have found me by now.”

  “If they weren’t involved in this attack, they’ll attack you some other time. Foxes will wait and then come at you when you least expect it.” His fingers tightened on her legs. “Are you ready to put me out of my misery yet? I’m dying to taste you, baby.”

  “You think it’s easy for me? All you have to do is walk into a room and those pheromones of yours kick my libido into overdrive. Sometimes, we have to talk.” She bit her lip, but couldn’t resist reaching out to brush her fingers through his hair.

  He chuckled. “I like that. Are we finished talking this time?”

  When he leaned down and drew his teeth across her thigh, she drew in a hissing breath. The bear didn’t play fair. How the hell was she supposed to concentrate with his scent, the tormenting scrape of his teeth, and him looking so damned gorgeous?

  She sighed. “I don’t like or think this constant presence is necessary, but I know you won’t stop.”

  “And? I know there’s an ‘and.’” Tony’s thumbs swept in circles just above her knee.

  Yes, there was an “and.” And she wanted him to push her skirt up and pull her panties off.

  “We’re finished talking right now. Show me what you’ve been teasing me with these last few minutes.” She parted her thighs.

  “Teasing you. I haven’t teased you, baby. I started the foreplay.” He grinned up at her. “I’ve been dreaming of tasting this pussy.”

  He inched her skirt higher. He trailed his fingers inward, dancing them across her inner thigh, and slid under the fabric. His gaze locked on her thighs. She wriggled, eager to feel more than the trace of his fingers.

  She tugged at his hair until he lifted his eyes to hers. “Either do something other than stare and pet me, or I’ll take over.”

  “You smell delicious. I’m struggling with the urge to haul you out of that chair and fuck you. But your cream smells delicious. I can’t pass up the chance to savor that.” Tony pushed her skirt up to her waist and slipped his fingers under the sides of her panties. He pulled them down her legs.

  “The fucking sounds good, but you licking and tasting me has merits.” She released her grip on his hair and relaxed back in the chair content to let him lead for the moment.

  He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the chair. His breath puffed over the skin of her thighs. With her butt balanced at the edge, she felt off balance. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair.

  He leaned down and licked her thigh. She shivered. The lust ratcheted up to a higher level. She wanted to shove his face right where she needed it, but the memory of the feel of his cock pushing deep into her pussy tormented her.

  “Don’t doubt that I’ll fuck you, but first, I’ll taste your honey and hear you come.” His hands tightened on her thighs for a moment. His head tilted back and he met her eyes.

  He lowered his head and his tongue swiped in one long lick from entrance up over her clit. A hum escaped him. He hooked one leg onto his arm as he began to lap at the juices easing from her.

  She tightened her legs, trying to hold onto the pleasure. He held her open and continued tormenting her. His tongue speared into her pussy again and again, fucking her with his tongue. She groaned. She clutched at the armrests. The urgency rose higher and higher. She tried to hold back her moans.

  The layout flashed in her mind. A hallway between the kitchen and the dining room ran right outside that door. Anyone could walk down the hall and hear her. The thought enhanced the wicked thrill curling through her. Her teeth sank into her lip.

  “Let go. I want to hear you.” His head lifted long enough for him to say the words, before lowering again.

  His tongue flicked over her clit, attacking the bud in a clear effort to make her lose control. Her head shook back and forth. She fought the onslaught rising within her. Everyone would know. The idea excited her even as it made her tense.

  His teeth scraped over the hood of her clit before he drew on the tiny bud. She moaned. The sound rang in her ears, seeming loud, but she couldn’t stop herself. His teeth and tongue drove her over the edge. Her hips lifted, pressing against his face. Pleasure slammed through her body.

  The feel of his tongue dragging over the sensitive tissue sent tingling spirals through her. She hummed, enjoying the sensation.

  “That’s it. Give me some more of those sweet sounds and this delicious cream. Then I’ll fuck you.” His tongue circled her entrance.

  The moans. The words brought back the memory of that loud moan. She groaned.

  His head came up. “What’s wrong?”

  “Someone might have heard.” She licked her lips. Her eyes strayed to the door.

  A husky chuckle burst from his lips. “They didn’t hear much but muffled sound if they heard anything. The walls are soundproofed. Very little noise would leak from the door.”

  She didn’t know why he would soundproof the walls. It didn’t matter at the moment. If no one could hear them, then she could fuck him until they both were exhausted puddles on the floor.

  “Lick me then. I want to fuck you.” She pried her fingers loose from the armrests and threaded them into his hair.

  “Baby, I’ll be doing the fucking. Hard with you spread across this desk.” He glanced over at the desk with a wicked grin. “I’ve been imagining that all day long.”

  “And I’ve been picturing me riding you in this chair since I walked into the office,” she countered with a smile.

  “You’re going across this desk.” His voice deepened. He once again returned to licking her cunt.

  His tongue swept across the lips before returning to torment her clit with quick stabs. She gasped and wriggled in the chair. He brought teeth and lips into play. His hold kept her in the seat. She clutched at his head, trying to pull him closer. Searing need clawed through her.

  When he pulled away, she tried to tug him back. She didn’t want to lose that sweet feeling. Somehow, he slipped out of her hold. She saw him move something from the top of the desk before he turned back to her.

  He stripped her skirt down her legs and let it fall to the floor before he lifted her onto the desk. “Unbutton your shirt while I get ready.”

  She unbuttoned her cream-colored shirt. He fished in the bottom drawer for his wallet and pulled out a condom. His eyes lingered on her chest. She pushed the last button through the hole and let the shirt gape, but didn’t pull it off. With a shift of her shoulders, she teased him with a glimpse of her nipples. She hoped he was excited.

  He unbuttoned his pants and eased his hard cock free from the fabric. At the sight of that long shaft, she reached for him. She wanted to stroke and touch until she ripped away the last of his control. He brushed her hands away and rolled on the condom.

  “I’ll come inside you, not on you.” He clasped her wrists and pressed her hands to the desk.

  He pushed her shirt over her shoulders. It slid down to her elbows, but hung up there. His hands clasped her thighs, pulling her forward. He urged them wider as he stepped forward. She managed to get one arm free and stripped out of her bra.

  He guided his cock to her entrance and pushed forward. One of his hands slid up he
r body and tugged at her nipple.

  “Your breasts are so full, baby. Perfect for me.” He cupped the mound. His fingers tightened before moving back to the tightened nipple. “I’m looking forward to seeing these tits bouncing as I drive into you.”

  The image flashed through her mind. Her inner muscles tightened around his cock. A wicked grin curved his lips. He knew the idea excited her.

  He began to rock into her, slowly at first. She gripped his shoulders. Her body cried out for a hard, fast fuck. She pressed kisses to his chest, dragging her lips over the tight bud of nipple. A low growl rolled from him. His hips punched forward.

  She groaned. When the sensation built, she clutched at his shirt. She wrapped her legs around his waist. The move opened her more to him. His cock slid deeper. He pulled her tighter to him.

  He urged her to lean back. His mouth drifted over her neck and collarbone. She braced a palm on the desk and arched her back offering her breasts. His lips brushed over the slope. He took a stiffened nipple into his mouth and sucked. She burned for more. His hips pumped forward.

  The feverish desire raced higher. She traced her hands down his back. After she eased her fingers under his shirt, she scraped her nails over his skin. His tongue flicked over the tight nipple and his hips surged against hers. She tightened her legs around his thighs. The need to come rushed through her. She lifted into the strokes.

  He groaned and his lips slipped away from her nipple. His hands tightened, pulling her hips closer. She wanted him skin to skin, but needed him to keep moving. The pace of his thrusts increased. The fast lunges drove his cock deep. She burned with urgency.

  “So wet, perfect. My woman.” The words were growled against her neck.

  His shaft plunged deep over and over again. She couldn’t hold back her cries. On each downward plunge, she lifted into him. His heady scent surrounded her. She clutched at him. When the orgasm crashed over her, she stiffened and screamed. Searing pleasure whipped through her body and shivers danced down her spine.

  With fast lunges, Tony’s shaft sank deep. He growled and his body jerked when he came. One of his arms wrapped around her shoulders and he pulled her closer. His chest pressed against hers.

  She held onto him, savoring the closeness with Tony. The worries and questions could wait. Later, she’d clear up the details.

  Chapter Twelve

  Logan straightened his gray suit jacket before he strolled into the kitchen, searching for Chloe. He had to go to work, but he wasn’t leaving before saying good-bye to his woman. She’d been quiet. He could tell she had something on her mind, but she hadn’t shared it.

  It could be simple reflection about her recent experience in the hospital, but the bear within him wasn’t sure about that. The animal part of him wanted her comfortable enough in their relationship that she could and would tell them anything.

  He smiled. She sat at the table with Tony. The black shirt with its blue polka dots highlighted the golden undertone of her pale skin. He lowered his eyes and took in the jeans clinging to her thighs.

  Tony gave him a nod. Chloe must have noticed either the nod or movement, because she looked around and smiled when she saw him. She’d rolled out of bed after he stood up, and the movement had drawn Tony out of sleep.

  “Hi, Logan, are you eating with us?” She gestured to the food on the table.

  Eggs, shredded hash brown–style potatoes, and bacon. A pitcher of juice sat in the middle of the table. Tony enjoyed cooking for their mate. The instinctive urge of the bear to make sure their woman and any future cubs were well fed would always be there. It was stronger because of her quiet distance.

  “No, baby, I’ll get something on the way to work. I came to say good-bye to my woman.” Logan walked over to her.

  She stood and her smile widened. She stepped forward right into his arms. With a satisfied sigh, she slipped her arms around his waist, and she snuggled right up to him.

  She tilted back and her brown eyes glowed with contentment. Satisfaction rolled through him. The ease with which she came into their arms soothed the bear a little. Well, her enthusiastic loving helped, too. She’d initiated their romps a couple times. She couldn’t be that dissatisfied with their relationship if she enjoyed the passion between them.

  “I wish you could stay home with me. We could have some fun and try again to break your bed.” She arched an eyebrow and her lips tilted into a wicked grin.

  His body responded, hardening and readying in spite of the fact that he had duties waiting on him at work. He wished he could stay home with her. The temptation to call in sick had never been greater. Only the druggings and attacks in the city pulled him away from her. He did not want it touching her again.

  He leaned down and kissed her, enjoying the way she softened against him. The soft mounds of her breasts pressed against him. Her arms tightened as if she didn’t intend to let him go.

  She thrust her tongue against his with an aggressiveness that thrilled him. He eased back before it spiraled out of control. His arms tightened. If he could stay with her, he would.

  “Damn, I’ll miss you today. Are you sure you have to go in?” She rubbed her breasts from side to side on his chest.

  “Yes, I’m sure. I have to do my job. Protect and serve, give out traffic tickets, whatever’s on the schedule for today.” Logan leaned down and rubbed his cheek against her hair.

  “You’d be giving out traffic tickets? I thought you were a detective.” She raised a brow.

  “If I piss off the chief enough, I could be directing traffic.” Logan grinned. “I should be heading to work.”

  “Hmm, well if you have to go, I’ll let you.” She pulled back, but his arms tightened, keeping her close.

  Logan laughed. He hugged her tight again, before he released her and stepped back. He kept his hands at his side, because if he touched her again, he’d take her in his arms. He would be late then.

  “I’ll see you later.” It took an enormous amount of control to stop at a good-bye kiss across her lips.

  He left before she could tempt him further. The drive to the station seemed long when he wanted to be back at home with his woman. When he arrived at the station, he sat in on the detective’s briefing. His mouth dropped open when he was paired with Chief Dark.

  A tip had been called in about the latest druggings. They’d requested the chief of police and that had raised John’s suspicions. It did make Logan curious. Why would they ask to talk to someone specific? If there was a history of trust, he could see it, but they knew nothing about the informant. The person had given an address and not a name.

  They drove to the address given in the tip, and John parked the car. Logan frowned as he opened the car door. The house looked empty. The windows had no curtains. He couldn’t see any furniture at first glance.

  A soft whoosh of sound had him turning his head toward the left. He saw John clutch at the back of his arm. Logan’s eyes slashed beyond his friend to the neighbor’s yard.

  “Fuck! Trap!” John dropped into a crouch.

  Logan pulled his gun, crouching, using the car and the door for cover. A ping against the car drew his attention. He glanced down and saw a dart lying on the ground near the back passenger door. He pulled his police radio from his hip.

  “Logan, I can’t focus.” John’s voice sounded slurred.

  “Officer injured. Need backup.” He rattled off the address and kept his eyes and ears open. With his heart pounding in his chest, he listened for the sound of another air gun shot or the approach of another assailant. He tried to keep an eye on John, but could only see part of him through the doorway.

  “John, talk to me. Are you with me?” Logan asked.

  The sound of sirens swelled through the air as backup approached. Logan saw movement. A man with reddish-brown hair broke from cover and ran toward the back of the house. The sound of a breaking branch reached him. He turned his head toward the other side of the yard and saw a shape disappear between the two houses.
Logan didn’t relax until other officers arrived. Once they did, he strode around the car to check John’s condition. John must have had the strength to pull his gun at some point, because it rested on the ground next to his arm.

  “Two men. They ran. One on the right side of the house and the other on the left.” Logan rattled off to the first of the men who arrived. He didn’t hold out much hope that they’d catch the men. They probably had a vehicle somewhere nearby to transport their victim.

  He leaned down and checked John’s pulse. His heart beat with a strong rhythm, but he was unconscious. Damn, he hoped that John hadn’t been dosed with the toxin that had been used in the latest poisonings.

  “How’s the chief?” Another officer stopped a few steps away from them. “An ambulance is on the way.”

  “He’s unconscious and has been drugged. I have no idea what’s in it, but the one aimed at me hit the side of the car.” Logan gestured to the passenger side of the car. If John had been dosed with the toxin, he’d need time in hospital.

  The medics took John to hospital while Logan began answering questions. The next few hours crawled with reports and retelling every moment of the incident. He did receive word that the darts had contained a new mixture of the toxin.

  At the moment, the doctors were analyzing the traces of the drug in the dart to discover what cocktail they’d used this time. When he finished and went off duty, he drove to the hospital to see how John was doing.

  When he arrived at the hospital room, he saw John’s sister coming out of the room. Her face was pale and her long blond hair hung in a wild mass. She looked stressed. He hoped that John hadn’t taken a turn for the worse.

  “How is he, Andrea?” Logan walked up to the tall woman dressed in a business suit.

  “They’ve managed to wake him. He’s out of it, but at least not asleep. The doctors were afraid that they’d used too much sedative in the dart. His heart rate and blood pressure crashed at one point. They had to inject something to counteract the effects.” Andrea ran her hand through her hair.