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  As Jordan moved the platters off the bed and onto a nearby table, Senna considered her next move.

  “So… how much did you see?” she asked shyly. She felt so odd. So self-conscious. But there was something she wanted. And it was right in front of her.

  “Enough,” Jordan said with a rakish grin, eyeing her hungrily.

  “And what would you say to getting a second look?”

  “I would say that sounds like you’re reading my mind,” Jordan replied, sitting next to her on the bed, his hand on her leg.

  The air was fully electric now. Anticipation rose in her as he came closer, his deep red eyes watching hers. She could feel the air rise in temperature several degrees. All of her wanted him, right now in this moment.

  With one deft motion, Jordan came over her, straddling her on the bed, surrounding her on every side. She could feel his taut, muscled thighs touching her.

  He leaned forward, caging her with his powerful arms. He was directly above her now, and she could see each deth= see eafined muscle in his arms. Could scent him perfectly. Could see his irises glowing in the early evening light.

  “And what about you

  r precious rule about not dating clients?” he said curiously, desire burning in his eyes.

  “Dammit, Jordan Vale, kiss me already.”

  5

  Senna bit her lip, waiting for his reaction. She didn’t know where this would go, but right now, this was what she wanted.

  Jordan answered by bringing his lips down to hers in a searing kiss. It felt every bit as good as she’d hoped, and better. He didn’t stop, but held the kiss, bringing a hand up behind her head and holding her, his fingers threaded through her hair.

  He deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth, as if he instinctively knew where he should go to bring her the most pleasure. Each stroke of his tongue sent currents of sensation running through her body.

  Jordan moved from her mouth to her ear, kissing the lobe gently, then taking it in his mouth and biting delicately on the soft flesh there, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Everything he did felt so good.

  Still cupping the back of her head with his hand, he came down from her ear and made a trail of kisses down her neck until he reached the collar of the shirt.

  “This is in the way,” he mused, offended by the fabric impasse before him. In one swift motion, he lifted the shirt up and over Senna’s head, baring her breasts to him.

  She didn’t feel ashamed, but instead, felt empowered by his burning gaze roving over her body, eyeing her hungrily.

  “That’s better,” Jordan said, coming down to place a kiss on both her nipples, then bringing his hands to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh there. Each motion of his hands made her skin feel like fire, and Senna could feel she was getting wetter by the second.

  Her nipples were now erect tips, and he brought his mouth again to one while he held the other in his hand, teasing it with slow circles. Then, holding it between his lower lip and teeth, he applied just the right amount of pressure, which made Senna writhe with delicious agony. She dug her hands into his back as he continued to love one nipple, then the other, all the while his hands working up and down her soft skin and around her ample breasts.

  Then he came lower, making a trail of kisses down her soft belly, until he came to her belly button, licking along the sensitive curve with his deft tongue as he held her hips. The lower he got, the more heated Senna felt inside.

  He ran his hands over and around her stomach, then came lower, until he stopped.

  “Also in my way,” he said, as if speaking to the sweatpants barring his passage lower. In an instant, he yanked them off, leaving her completely naked before him.

  Jordan resumed where he left off, kissing down the small line between her leg and her hips, setting off sparks inside her, then coming down the other side parallel, not missing a single spot.

  Both of his hands now on her hips, Jordan went lower, his tongue exploring her soft folds until he found her clit. Jordan grinned up at her devilishly and then ran his tongue slowly around and over it. Each motion felt like it was more pleasure than she could bear, and it was fast building to a fever pitch.

  Jordan paused for a second. She could feel lips against her, his tongue light and still. As if he were trying to draw out her anticipation.

  It was driving her crazy—in the best way.

  Then with one, agonizingly slow stroke, where she could feel the entirithe length of his tongue run across her, Senna felt her body come apart with sweet release. She grasped onto Jordan’s shoulders, holding on as she was shaken by the strongest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Her body arched involuntarily as she instinctively called Jordan’s name into the quiet room. Wave after wave of sensation coursed through her body, until it finally ebbed and her body relaxed.

  For a moment, she breathed deeply, invigorated by the scent of Jordan surrounding her, the feel of him against her, strong and reassuring.

  But she wasn’t ready to be done. Her body was still a firestorm of desire, and Jordan looked far from finished as well. All she knew was she wanted him inside her so badly she couldn’t wait. She reached for the buckle of his leather belt, fumbling to undo it.

  “Not until I say so,” he growled, taking her hands and pinning them both above her head with one of his as he reached down with the other hand.

  Before she could think another thing, he stroked inside her with one finger, then two, feeling her wetness. He brought his hand up and licked it slowly, staring at her with fierce, possessive eyes.

  Senna was too aroused to be embarrassed.

  “Wow, you taste amazing,” he said, eyes glowing in the quickly waning evening light.

  Senna opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted as he lowered himself to lick the small center of her desire again. She was definitely more sensitive now, and each stroke built faster and faster this time.

  It wasn’t long before she came again. This time Jordan moved close to her, wrapping his arms around her as she held tightly to his hard, muscled back. This release was every bit as powerful as the last, leaving her quivering and exhausted, but not fully satisfied yet. She was ready, and it was clear he knew it.

  “I can’t wait,” Jordan whispered into her ear. Jordan whipped off his shirt, giving Senna a delicious close-up of the perfectly toned muscles that spanned his chest, abs, and arms. She wanted to touch them, to see if each muscle felt as powerful as it looked.

  He moved to the side of the bed and pulled off the rest of his clothing, revealing just how ready he was for her.

  Jordan was huge. And though Senna was by no means a virgin, she’d never experienced anything like what she saw in front of her.

  He reached into one of the nightstand’s drawers and pulled out a condom, tearing open the package and putting it on quickly, then coming back over her.

  “You’re not going to pass out on me, are you?” he asked, his wry smile unable to hide the raw lust and desire she saw in his eyes.

  “Hardly. Now stop making me wait,” Senna growled back. She could feel the wolf inside her, hungry and impatient.

  Jordan was poised outside her entrance, and just the lightest touch from him made her skin light up. With one smooth, slow motion, he stroked up and inside her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming and amazing at the same time.

  Jordan looked down at Senna, waiting for her. When she felt adjusted, she nodded, holding on to his powerful arms for strength.

  He moved slowly out and then pushed back into her. It was unlike anything she could have ever imagined. Each slow thrust was perfection. Her entire body responded to it, felt shocked and warmed and filled by it.

  Jordan kept going at a slow pace, drawing out her pleasure as he placed small kisses down the side of her neck. The air was heavy, filled with Jordan’s scent. And she could hear his breathing growing heavier.

  It felt like heaven, but now she wanted to be the one to see his eyes roll back in pleasu
re. With a swift motion, she pushed her hips down to meet him, quickening their pace.

  Jordan gasped and then looked at Senna with curiosity and hunger. She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing them tighter together.

  “I can’t wait,” she whispered, her voice husky as she thrust against him. Jordan didn’t say a word, just smiled as he moved with her. The pleasure was so intense it was agonizing. So immense it bordered on pain.

  Her body was at the very edge of everything, mere millimeters away from tipping over.

  With one final push, Jordan came all the way in. At the same time, he brought his hand down to her center, giving one deft stroke that sent her rushing over the threshold once again, into a free-fall of pleasure almost too strong to comprehend. A second later, she felt him go rigid inside her, both of their bodies releasing the tension and pleasure and the sweet ecstasy that had been building for what felt like forever.

  Senna held on to Jordan, her hands digging into his back as she called out his name, her body quivering and on fire in every imaginable spot.

  As her body came back down to earth, she saw Jordan looking at her with surprisingly tender eyes. He smiled, and she managed to give a weak grin between gasps as she tried to catch her breath.

  Jordan withdrew slowly and grabbed a towel, quickly cleaning up and coming back to the bed. As he did so, Senna relaxed, enjoying the sight of his powerful body moving around the room and pondering just what had happened.

  It seemed like a dream.

  Jordan came back to the bed and sat beside Senna, stroking a hand through her hair and watching her closely. After a few moments, the adrenaline wore off, and Senna was left wondering where to go next with this. Had this just been a one-time thing or something more?

  Jordan spoke first, with a small grin. “I’m glad you didn’t pass out on that last one. You have the constitution of a gerbil.”

  “How do you know gerbils don’t have stout constitutions?” she teased, shaking her head. “Sorry we can’t all be MMA fighters who run a bajillion miles a day, or whatever it is you do to have that,” she said, motioning at his perfectly fit body.

  “Actually, the funny thing about shifters is most of this comes naturally,” he replied.

  “Well, if I’m supposed to be a shifter, why am I so opposite of that?” Senna queried.

  “Shifter men are like this, I mean. The other thing I’ll have you know about shifter men is we like our women built exactly the way you are,” he said, leaning down and placing a kiss on her mouth. “Curvy and hot.”

  For some reason, it made her wonder about his past. He’d never mentioned a lover, but a man like Jordan Vale could have literally any woman he wanted. Was he someone who took this kind of thing lightly? She didn’t think so, but did she really know him at all?

  “So where do we go from here?” Senna asked, the tone in the room more serious.

  Jordan lifted an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

  “What did this all mean?” she asked, gazing back at him.

  Jordan pondered for a moment. “As I see it, this was amazing, but we don’t have to make more of it than we want.”

  “And what do you make of it?” she asked, needing a concrete answer.

  “That we’re very compatible in bed,” he said, smiling.

  So that’s what this was to Jordan. Just a fling? Her heart sank. She knew it wasn’t fair to expect more of him, but somehow, part of her did. And the way he looked at her while they made love had felt so much deeper, so much more meaningful than just sex. A part of her felt connected to him, and it hurt to hear he didn’t feel the same way.

  Maybe it had just been a long day, what with finding out she was a wolf-shifte sa wolf-sr and having the best mind-blowing sex of her life. She felt pleasured but bone tired from the exertion. She wrapped a sheet around herself and got up to walk back to her room in the giant mansion.

  “Is everything all right?” Jordan asked, sitting up.

  “Yes. I’m just tired, and we have a busy day tomorrow,” she responded robotically, just wanting space from the incorrigible man more than anything else right now.

  “See you tomorrow, then,” he said carefully, studying her as if he were still wondering if she was okay.

  But Senna knew what this was all about now. It was just sex. Nothing more, nothing less. As long as she remembered that, she could hopefully not get hurt by Jordan Vale.

  Besides, she had bigger problems to worry about at the moment. The remnants from her last attempt at trusting and believing in someone were still out there somewhere, maybe even somewhere close.

  Senna shivered at the thought. She left the lights on and went to sleep.

  * * *

  The next day, Jordan and Senna were to go to Jordan’s team dojo to meet with his manager to discuss the progress that had been made so far. Senna had been standoffish during the drive up, and Jordan still wasn’t sure what was wrong exactly.

  Last night had been amazing. He still could remember the look of her gorgeous body beneath him, the feel of her velvety skin, her scent, the sounds she made when she came…

  But Jordan knew this couldn’t be a permanent thing. Senna was scheduled to work with him for only three weeks. After that, she’d move on to the next client, and he’d continue with his MMA career. There was no room for commitment. They both knew that, right?

  At that thought, Jordan could hear his wolf howling in disapproval. It had a mind of its own sometimes, but Jordan ignored it as they pulled up to the dojo.

  The place was much fancier, much more modern than most dojos. Partially because the team was extremely successful and had the money to do so, but also in part because Ken cared a lot about appearances. Whenever the news or spectators came by, he wanted to be viewed as a successful team manager with a well-equipped place for his fighters to be seen training.

  When they walked in, Ken greeted them both and ushered them into a side office where he was usually found working. After they both sat down, Ken spoke first.

  “So Senna has been sending me periodic updates. I want to discuss how things are going in general,” he said, tenting his fingers in front of him.

  “Jordan has made good progress. He’s shown up to events, and I’ve seen no reason why he shouldn’t be able to get right back into the swing of things when our time is finished,” Senna said.

  The way she said it bugged Jordan, specifically how she emphasized things finishing. Was she looking forward to it?

  “Good, good. And do you think he’ll be ready by our planned date? I’m eager to announce it to the sponsors and the press,” he said.

  “I see no reason why not. The ball is really in his court, whether he wants to screw it up or not,” Senna replied, speaking as if he weren’t there.

  “And, Jordan, how is your training coming along?”

  “If by training you mean I haven’t become a complete slob and am still capable of fighting, then fine, I guess,” Jordan said, his mind still preoccupied.

  “Good, because I want you to meet the newest member of our team,” Ken said, standing and motioning out the window that offered a view into the heart of the dojo.

  Jordan and Senna stood. Inside the dojo, many of his teammates could be seen training with each other. All of them looked up to him as the pda him asundefeated one on the team. Or at least they had. Jordan didn’t really care what they thought about him now.

  For some inexplicable reason, he did seem to care intensely what Senna thought though.

  As they walked out onto the mats, different fighters nodded or greeted Ken, until they were met by an unfamiliar face.

  “Jordan, I’d like you to meet Drake. Drake Sibley,” Ken said cordially.

  The man in question was an interesting sight, a couple of inches shorter than Jordan, with short blond hair and a crooked smile. He looked fairly young, but that didn’t seem to mar the extreme confidence he appeared to possess. He was also a shifter, as was every fighter on Jordan’s team.

>   “Jordan Vale. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said. The man exuded smug self-satisfaction. Jordan hated it.

  “The pleasure’s all mine,” Jordan said, lying.

  “They say Drake is going to be the next big thing. Some have even guessed he might be as big a sensation as you one day,” Ken said, beaming over the new addition to the team.

  “We’ll see,” Drake said in mock humility. “And who’s this lovely lady?” he added, his attention turning to Senna.

  Jordan watched as Drake unabashedly checked her out. It made him furious, and he wanted nothing more than to deck the smug bastard right then. But that would probably get him fired on the spot. Violence outside of the ring was considered unacceptable.

  “Senna Christy, PR manager,” Senna replied, offering her hand to Drake, who shook it excitedly as he peered at her.

  “Oh? So you’re the one that’s been working with Jordan. Perhaps you and I will have the opportunity to work together some day,” he said, his hand lingering a few moments too long. Senna pulled hers back, and Drake smiled and turned his attention back to Jordan. “So there’s a few people from the press here. Want to have a short exhibition match? Give them something to talk about?” he offered.

  Jordan folded his arms. The opportunity to smash his newest least favorite person in the world was tantalizing.

  “Okay, I’m in,” Jordan said, cracking his knuckles.

  “How about a little wager? Something to raise the stakes?” Drake asked.

  “No money, that’s all I ask. Betting on non-sanctioned exhibition matches like this is illegal,” Ken interjected. “And keep it clean. I don’t want my two best fighters injured,” he said, walking off to scold two fighters who were arguing over something on the other side of the dojo.

  “Well, what do you suggest, then?” Jordan asked.

  “How about a kiss from the lady?” Drake said, leering at Senna.