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here.”
    “I don’t care if someone catches us,” she said, “if that’s what you’re into.”
    He nearly rolled his eyes. So this was what she was playing at. She wanted to be the bad girl. To fuck fast and walk away.
    If that was really what she needed, Marco would’ve let her. But something deep down—maybe the wolf that hid there, he wasn’t sure—told him exactly what she needed, and it would come much, much later.
    After dessert.

Chapter Three
    S tubborn wolf .
    He was very interested. His dick had been hard when she’d grabbed it in the hallway, but he wouldn’t give it to her. Apparently he had his routine and dessert was part of it.
    If that’s the game she had to play to get a good fucking tonight, so be it. She didn’t have anything better to do. Rain had taken her spot as head enforcer for Francis Dubois, the New Orleans pack alpha, and Reyna, his daughter, had left her for the hunky sheriff in Somewhere, Texas. Not that she held it against Reyna for finding her Fated match, but everything had happened so fast. They’d been like sisters since they were in diapers and now Reyna was just…gone.
    Moving on with her life. A life that no longer included Reyna—at least not on an everyday basis. Now Francis was replacing her with ex-military ranger Rainier Dubois.
    Her week couldn’t get any worse.
    Sex with this Amare hotshot chef should at least help take her mind off her trouble for a short time. There was something about him that drew her in, more so than usual, but she couldn’t pinpoint it. He just made her…hungry. And it wasn’t just that he cooked really well. Although that was definitely a bonus.
    She watched him from the corner of her eye. They’d stood next to each other in the elevator in perfect silence. Her body was literally vibrating with anticipation as the elevator bell rang for one of the top floors.
    “After you.” He gestured to the foyer ahead of them.
    Her boot heels clicked on the marble floor as she stepped out into the decadently decorated hallway.
    “My suite is to the left.” He stepped toward her, resting his hand on the curve of her lower back, just above her ass.
    “Excellent,” Aria purred. “I suppose you do this with all the ladies you cook for?”
    “What I have planned for you, ma chèr , is not for the faint of heart. But I have a feeling it’s just what you need.” His breathing didn’t hitch and his pulse stayed even. He believed what he was saying.
    Aria chuckled. “Let me guess, the beast within also told you not to fuck a gorgeous willing woman earlier in the hallway too?”
    His hand flexed against her backside as they entered his suite. Interesting. Something she’d said had irked him, just enough for it to translate into tension.
    He was too relaxed. Too calm. She needed him hungry and excited.
    Marco closed the door behind them, but never took his eyes off her. Maybe he was hungrier than she thought. She usually read people better, but he was throwing her off. More likely she was just off because of the craptastic week she’d had.
    “Where do we start?” She put her hands on her hips and took in the gorgeous suite. Leather furniture mixed with stainless steel. Very bachelor. But tastefully decorated as well. He’d paid someone to make this place impressive. Wood floors and plush carpets. Canvases filled with bright colors were strategically placed throughout the open area of the living and dining rooms to draw the eye systematically from one focal point to the next.
    His warm amber eyes sparkled with a look that reminded her of a Dom she’d fucked in New Orleans a long time ago. A shiver ran the length of her spine and her pussy slicked immediately. Maybe this werewolf chef really did have something extra up his sleeve she’d enjoy.
    “First,” he said, stepping closer and nuzzling the side of her neck. “I strip you out of everything you’re wearing.”
    “Mmmhmmm.” She leaned forward, pressing her aching breasts against his