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as he closed his eyes,
pinching the bridge of his nose. “ I will
not cry in front of him. I will not give him the satisfaction of
knowing he’s gotten to me in any way,” Lucy
thought to herself.
    ***
    “I, uh, need to tell you
something before we take things any further,” Max stated. He looked
everywhere but at her. He didn’t want to see her reaction when he
told her the truth. He didn’t know what he’d do if she did actually
go running for the hills.
    He heard her take a deep,
steadying breath. He gathered the last of his resolve, trying to
control his wolf for a little longer to at least tell her what
she’d be sleeping with. “I’m a werewolf,” he blurted.
    When the silence became too
much for him, he chanced a peek at her. A delicate brow was raised,
her face lighting up with amusement as she tried to hold back a
laugh. “You seriously brought me up here to tell me you’re a
werewolf?”
    “Well, no. I mean yes. I
mean- Shit.” Damn she wound him up and tangled his
stomach.
    “Are you going to tell me
Edward’s real too?” she smirked, her eyes sparkling as they took
him in confidently. At least she was back to the Lucy he knew every
day at work: smart, sassy and sexy. She pursed her plump lips. He
gripped the door frame, cracking the wood to keep himself firmly in
place across the room. He groaned as he pictured her lips sucking
his cock.
    “I’m being
serious.”
    “Uh huh. Well, that’s about
the worst cock-a-mammy story I’ve ever heard a man tell to get rid
of a girl. If you only wanted to kiss me, you could have stopped
there. All this was really unnecessary.” She threw her arms out
suggestively at the room as she slid off the bed. She nearly
stumbled as her footing waivered. He was at her side in an instant
to catch her. His hands flew out to her waist, stabilizing her.
“I’m fine,” she grumbled. “You can let go of me. It’s these stupid
heels. I swear designers never take into consideration that the
average woman is a size fourteen when they make these slinky shoes
for a size two.” She bent over, using the bed as leverage, and
yanked off the offending shoes. His cock jerked at the show her
revealing dress gave of her breasts when she leaned forward. He
groaned, barely holding back the dog within him that wanted to rub
his nose between them.
    She looked up at him, a
frown firmly in place. He knew the second her confidence began to
slip again. His heart nearly broke at the vulnerability in her
stare. She reminded him of a wounded animal; a wounded wolf. “I’ll
just be going,” she resigned. “Consider this my notice that I’ll be
out sick on Monday too.”
    “Stop,” he threw out his
arm, catching her around her waist. “I know I’ve totally fucked
this up, but I’m being serious.” He threw his eyes to the ceiling,
racking his brain for another idea, but couldn’t come up with one.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” he grated under his breath.
He locked eyes with her, his heart again leaping at the
defenselessness he saw. “Promise me you won’t run. In fact, promise
me you won’t move at all. My wolf is really attracted to you and
I’m barely maintaining control right now.”
    ***
    Lucy bit her lower lip,
unsure of whether or not to indulge him. Finally she nodded her
head once. Max took a deep breath once she did, almost as if he
hadn’t been breathing before.
    “Good. Now sit on the bed,
in the middle, and don’t move,” he ordered. She gave him a small
smile, chuckling to herself, but obeyed nonetheless. He beamed his
approval.
    Lucy settled herself in the
middle of the bed, unsure of what to expect. Her heart landed in
her throat when he began stripping off his clothes. His muscles
bulged and twitched with every move; he was in a rush, his hands
shaking as he peeled away the layers. When all that was left were
his boxer-briefs, she held her breath. She could tell he was
aroused, his manhood straining against the cotton. With one