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beside the elevators. “One day she’s going to
get the best of you; one day you will surrender to your wolf, and
we’ll all be celebrating fools. Mom and Cindy are already handling
the details.”
    Max wasn’t amused. He knew
his pack cared about him the same as he did them; they only wanted
what was best for him. It’d been hard on his mother watching him
flounder around when she’d met and married the love of her life,
his father, within three weeks, and lived happily ever after until
his untimely death a few years ago.
    “Just think about it. You’re
only holding off the inevitable when you could be fucking it,”
Donte winked, turning around and nearly unhinging the door to the
stairs as he pushed through it.
    Max pinched the bridge of
his nose, inhaling deep. He closed his eyes, his mind immediately
going to Lucy. Today she’d worn a v-neck blouse that dipped just
enough to tease him with the buxom bulge of her breasts barely
being held up by her bra. “Shit,” he cursed, jabbing the down arrow
button as he opened his eyes back to his stark reality without
her.

Chapter 2
    Lucy opened the door to her
downtown apartment. It’d been a long day. Max had been restless
most of the week. She sighed, frustrated that she couldn’t help but
notice everything about him. The way his five o’clock shadow really
did appear by five every day; the way his upper lip really did turn
up slightly. And today, what she wouldn’t have done for the chance
to pinch his tight butt in that navy suit. She was dying to dip his
nipples in chocolate sauce, suck and lick them clean while
massaging his rear and rubbing her front to his. God, she was
getting hot just thinking about it.
    “Hey girl! How was work?”
Lucy’s best friend and roommate, Gretta, greeted her.
    “Egh. It was work,” she
shrugged, kicking off her heels by the door. “What are we doing for
dinner? I’m starving.” Lucy headed straight for the kitchen. Gretta
frowned, promptly following her.
    “Uh oh. What restaurant was
it this time?” Gretta pulled out the assortment of take-out menus
they kept in the drawer beside the fridge. It was such a pity to be
privy to a fancy, updated kitchen, yet be such a lousy cook. Lucy
had some cooking skills, but rarely used them.
    “Maggeo’s,” Lucy scowled,
recalling the fancy website teasing her with the dishes they
offered. “Tiffany, Max’s girl this week, will probably skip the
pasta for a salad, avoid bread like it’s the devil incarnate, and
cuddle up to him while he downs chicken parmesan, his favorite
Italian dish,” she snarked. It also happened to be the one dish
she’d scoured all of the Google-verse to learn how to perfect. Too
bad Max would never taste it, because there was too much of her to
taste.
    Lucy heaved a sigh as she
opened the fridge and pulled out the bag of mini snickers. “Let me
guess, he made you call her and relay the time and place?” Gretta
guessed. Lucy nodded.
    “Screw him Luce. Seriously,
I don’t know why the heck you’re so hung up on him.” Lucy’s brows
shot up. “Ok, so he’s a million times better than Brad Pitt, who
has like tripled in age since he got together with bubble lips, but
he’s not worth the pain. That’s all you’re doing is torturing
yourself Lucy. You’re a great girl, and I know that there is a man
out there who would love to grip your curves while he pushes your
cushion,” Gretta beamed, lifting her head to infuse confidence in
the end.
    “I know, but I don’t. I
don’t know what it is about him that makes me want to go streaking
down a fashion runway next to twigs, but there’s just something
about him.”
    “Luce, it’s been two years
since you even went out on a date while he’s flipping floozies
every damn night. You’re better than that; you deserve better than
that.” Gretta placed her hands on her wide hips, determination set
in her features.
    “I know.” Lucy unwrapped
another snickers, stuffing it into her mouth before