Page 27 of Shifted Desire

“No.”

My brow furrows. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“That’s my rule. You stay as far away from me as possible on full moons. I’ll give you the day off if it’s during the week.”

“That makes no sense. If you want me to help you with your needs, isn’t the whole point to knot me when you’re transformed?”

“No. Helping me get relief is enough.” The sharp tone brooks no further argument.

Damn, I was looking forward to finding out what it’s like to get fucked by a werewolf in their hybrid form, but if he has weird hangups about it, I won’t push it.

“Give me your personal email, and I’ll forward you a survey for your kinks and hard limits so we’re aligned on that. I’ll type everything up once I have that, and I’ll bring it for you to sign on my first day. Speaking of which, when will that be?”

I’d almost forgotten about the whole working a job thing in the excitement about the sex.

“I’ll need to run your salary request by HR and get the new hire paperwork squared away, so it probably won’t be until next Monday.” He sounds miserable at the thought of waiting that long, and I’m not sure if it’s more because of his bestial needs or because he’s drowning without an assistant.

Probably both.

I can’t help with the speed of the hiring, but the other part…

“Before we do the rest of the regular interview, there’s something I should do.”

I glance around to check that the office door is locked and there’s no way anyone outside can see in this high, then stand and move around to his desk, sinking to my knees.

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“Whoa, what the fuck are you doing?” I push back my chair and collide with the large window behind my desk.

Samantha rolls her eyes from her kneeling position, and fuck me, that makes my dick throb. I thought I liked her as the obedient submissive in the scene the other night, but her sass is even sexier.

“What the hell do you think I’m doing?”

“You’ve lost godsdamn your mind!” I hiss, gripping the arms of my chair to keep from reaching out to touch her. “We can’t do that right now.”

She blinks, her pale lashes kissing her cheeks, drawing my gaze to the smattering of light freckles across her cheekbones and nose. Violet eyes stare into mine, annoyed and almost bored.

“Yes, we can. And we need to, because you look like you’re five seconds from wolfing out and tearing my clothes to shreds. That’s not conducive to business negotiations.”

“I’m not going to ‘wolf out’,” I protest, but my words sound weak to my own ears.

“Then why did you break your pen in half and crack the wood of your desk?” Samantha looks pointedly at where I’m about to rip the arms off the chair from how tight I’m holding onto them. “That chair looks expensive, so lose the death grip.”

I release the chair, fingers trembling as I do. A feral need rises in me to grab her and rip her shirt off so I can see those perfect bratty tits again. Sink my teeth into them while I finger-fuck the life out of her. Make her as crazed and desperate as I am.

She sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering, and a few seconds later the scent of her arousal hits me.

“Samantha, I can’t⁠—”

I can’t handle her perfect scent and knowing she’s turned on.

I can’t debase a woman almost half my age by having her suck me off during a job interview.

I can’t find the strength in me to fight this hunger, even with all my reservations.

“I know.” She reaches out and rests her palms lightly on the tops of my thighs, and I shudder. “I’m going to help you now.”

I nod mutely, hands hovering above the arms of the chair because she didn’t want me to destroy it. I’ll have to unpack that need to obey her later, when my mind isn’t fogging with lust and she’s not inches away from me.