What A Werewolf Wants (San Francisco Wolf Pack) - Plot & Excerpts
Did he know that he was total Magic Mike material? With his black slacks and impossibly broad shoulders hidden beneath a white business shirt, Josie had to wipe the drool from her mouth from the moment she burst into his office. From the way the shirt fell to his narrow waist, he was probably packing a set of washboard abs, too. Good Lord, she could barely keep her libido in check around him. And that kiss. Holy. Hot. Damn. She couldn’t think of anything else. Every time he spoke, she couldn’t help but study his mouth. Every word was somehow sensual, drawing her in, calling her closer. What had come over her? He was the one who could ruin her sister’s wedding and destroy the one chance she had to grow her business. They were not on the same team. Rather than ogle him any more, she scoped out the neighborhood. Nice homes. Clean streets with brick accents. Luxury cars in narrow driveways.
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