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we had barely spoken two words to each other...”
    Hmmmm, t hat still wasn’t good enough for the wolf . “So until that night you’d never slept with him...”
    “We didn’t sleep together!” Carly exploded.
    Muffled thuds came from the room next door, shouting at them to keep it down.
    Carly lowered the tone of her voice. “We didn’t sleep together okay? God you’re as bad as the cops.” She said exasperatedly. “We didn’t have sex that night! We never had sex! For heaven’s sake I haven’t had sex in over two months!” Her eyes widened and she blushed furiously. She hadn’t meant to say that, it just slipped out. Sexual frustration maybe...
    The words hung in the air between them. The scent of their joint arousal intensifying. His wolf howled in glee, he was now alone in a room with a horny fox shifter handcuffed to a bed. What wasn’t there to like?
    “I’m sorry.” Jackson rumbled throatily.
    “What for?” She asked testily, clamping her thighs together. Now was not the time, and he was not the person to be hot to trot for! “The fac t that you’re taking me to jail? The fact that I’m going to get killed in jail?!”
    His eyes dilated to amber and he let out a groan. He loved her when she got angry . “No, the fact that you haven’t had sex in over two months.”
    Carly gawped at him before snapping her mouth shut. “Not something you need to worry about wolfy.” She hissed.
    Jackson gave her a knowing look before taking a step towards the bed. “Really? Because I can help you out with that if you want.”
    Her eyes widened and then immediately flashed to the noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans. She looked away, her cheeks turning bright red as he chuckled at her. Her fox pranced around like a young cub and her sex quivered. God he was irritatingly sexy!
    Carly opened her mouth to send a few insults his way but he held up a hand and told her to shush. He dashed over to the window and peered through the curtains. He turned back to her, a grim look on his face.
    “What is it?” She fruitlessly tried to pull the handcuffs away from the headboard. The motel furniture was sturdier than you’d expect.
    Jackson grabbed her backpack. “You expecting company foxy?”
    She had a bad feeling about this. “No why?”
    “Four guys just got out of black SUVs, all packing guns. I doubt they’re here for the guy masturbating next door.”
    “Maybe they’re cops...” She suggested uncertainly.
    Jackson shook his head. “Cops don’t drive nice cars like that.”
    “More bounty hunters?” Carly and her fox kind of liked the last one who came after her .
    He snorted. “I’m the only bounty hunter you need to worry about foxy.”
    Her gut twisted, were they here for her? “You think...”
    “I don’t know, but I ain’t taking any chances , we’ll go to my place.” Jackson quickly unlocked the handcuffs and stashed them in her backpack.
    He stacked some furniture in front of the door and pulled her to the bathroom, locking them inside. He opened the tiny window. At least they were on the ground floor .
    Carly hugged the t-shirt round her body, her skin pimpling in the cool air. “There’s no way I can fit through there.” She ran her hands down her ample frame for emphasis.
    His gaze lingered at her rounded hips, his wolf salivating. No, not now. Later...
    “You will if you shift.” Jackson said impatiently.
    He emptied his pockets and took off his boots, adding the items to the backpack.
    Carly spluttered. “But then I’ll be naked!”
    He growled at her. “And if those guys catch you you’ll be dead. So which is it, dead and clothed or naked and alive?”
    Carly ummed and ahhed for a few seconds until she heard a brusque knock at the bedroom door. Followed by heavy banging . “Oh screw it!”
    She tore the t-shirt off and for Jackson it was like Christmas. Her soft flushed skin was just begging to be kissed and licked all over. His eyes roamed over her bountiful breasts