“This time, I preferred it hot. I wanted to get every trace of Mo off my skin. I could still feel his tongue swirling around my sensitive rosebud and his hands all over my body; the scorching heat of his kisses on my neck and his lips on mine. I promised myself that it was our first and last time together. I wasn’t the type to date married men. The word married bounced around my head a dozen times as I scrubbed my hair. I remembered his grabbing at my hair as he pulled me close. Dammit, even werewolves couldn’t stay faithful. “They’re wolves, for Christ sake,” I muttered as I lathered up for the third time. From head to toe, I washed myself for what felt like an eternity until the water turned cold and forced me from the tub. I threw my clothes in the washing machine and put in way more detergent than I should have. I didn’t want his scent anywhere near me. Dressing in pajama pants and an old t-shirt, I popped the cork on a bottle of wine I’d purchased. I just wanted to eat some junk f...ood and go to sleep.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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