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    “She’s
special,” he said and shut his eyes, bringing her curvy figure and sweet face
to mind. The shoulder-length black hair she kept parted down the middle and
bumped at the ends, the big brown eyes, and those glasses accentuated the
bookworm he knew her to be, but even while he’d seen her body on the video
camera, he had not grasped the scope of her luscious breasts, how small her
waist was, packaged with a nice round ass he could ride, and long, sexy legs to
wrap around him.
    Online he
had been somewhat safe. He couldn’t smell the shampoo she used or the natural
sweet scent of her skin compared with it. Worse, he couldn’t smell her want for
two months. Each night when they signed off, he’d had to beat his cock until he
came, but he remained unsatisfied. When she sat across from him, all plans, all
thought, left. All he could think about was how fast he could get her into bed.
    Oh, she
would say yes, because he would make sure of it.
    When Shiya
returned, Birk stood up. He made no attempt to hide his reaction to her, and
her gaze shot to his crotch. Her eyebrows rose, and he saw alarm in the
chocolate depths of her eyes. He breathed in her desire at the sight of his
tented pants. Seeing her shift her gaze away from him and over to Kotori’s
pants front gave him great satisfaction as well. So, she was also open to a
ménage. Good to know.
    “Let me
help you,” he said and took her arm. He didn’t even try to step back as she
passed by, but he managed to resist bending his knees. That would be too
obvious with so many to witness. Still, she squeezed by him, and he let his
hand slide lower, from her back to her ass, and he lingered there until she
dropped into her seat.
    “You know
you wrong, right?” She smirked at him.
    “I’m not
sure what you mean.”
    “You’re not
going to give me a chance to get to know you. You’re going to try to seduce me
right away.”
    He captured
her hand, flipped it over, and nipped the inside of her wrist. The sharp intake
of breath made him stick his tongue out to lave the soft skin. He raised his
head just a little. “I would never make you do anything you don’t want to do,
Shiya.”
    Kotori
stood, and Birk acknowledged his friend had come to the end of his tolerance of
being inside. Kotori loved being out in the elements. His polar bear wanted
free rein, and Kotori gave it to him more often than not.
    “Let’s take
a walk,” Birk offered and held out his hand to Shiya. She took it and stood.
Birk helped her into her jacket and pulled her close to button it. He sensed
more than felt her trembling at his nearness.
    Once they
were out on the street, Shiya fell into step between Birk and Kotori. He pushed
his hands into his pockets and adjusted his long strides to match her shorter
ones. Kotori kept pulling out ahead and having to fall back.
    Birk
chuckled. “When you go up to our cabin, you should wear mukluk boots.”
    She peered
up at him, her lips pursed, and he resisted kissing them. “When?”
    “Yes.”
    “What are
mukluk boots?”
    He pointed
them out on a native Alaskan. The weather wasn’t cold enough yet. Most still
wore Sitka slippers, a rubber knee-high boot that would keep the feet dry
during the wet weather. Birk explained all of this to Shiya.
    “When we go
to the cabin, you’ll be more comfortable in the mukluk fur boots.”
    “The red
fox ones,” Kotori added. He stopped ahead of them and turned to examine Shiya’s
feet. “Those are not good.”
    Shiya
stopped walking and tapped one booted foot with her hands on her hips. Birk
knew by the pinched lips she wasn’t pleased. “Anything else about me you don’t
like? Birk? Kotori?”
    “I
apologize. We didn’t mean to offend you.” Birk drew her into his arms and ran a
hand over her back, but halted short of her rear. “There’s nothing about you I
don’t like.”
    She
blushed, and marched ahead of the two of them. Birk watched her ass in the
short jacket, Kotori at his side.