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At that moment, her fake fiancĂ© arrived, and a loud buzz in Regie’s ears overpowered the other woman’s response.
Bolt Varg, in a tuxedo, took her breath away.
All the questions she had about him being a wolf shifter flew out of her mind completely, and she could do nothing but stare.
The tailored jacket perfectly fit his broad shoulders. Although the expensive material should have a thickness that hid his toned body, he somehow managed to still look muscular.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” He bent down and lightly kissed her cheek.
An echo of the sparks that had sizzled between them at the Palace of Fine Arts reception stung her cheek. She could no longer deny it: the man had an obvious effect on her libido.
Regie had to swallow twice before she could speak. “Well, a phone call would have been nice.” She tried to sound haughty, the way a peeved fiancée would, but this new sexy spy look of his threw her off-kilter. She sounded a bit breathless instead.
He smirked, hopefully, because of her pretending to be irritated and not because she’d become all flustered. “That dress looks amazing on you, Babe.” The sparkle in his eyes told her he knew exactly how much the nickname still irritated her.
She almost told him, again, to change the term of endearment, but swallowed the words when the mayor’s wife strolled by with a little wave to Regie and a very appreciative glance for Bolt.
“Let’s dance.” He held out his hand to Regie, one eyebrow raised.
She considered turning him down because the weird emotions flooding her body made her too discombobulated. But that would ruin the image of the happily engaged couple her PR team and Heimdall Shield had worked so hard to create. And dancing would give them the opportunity to discuss what they now knew about each other’s supernatural talents. “I didn’t know your skill set included dancing,” she said while placing her hand in his.
He interlaced his fingers with hers and placed his other hand just above the small of her back, pulling her close.
Another zing of electricity zapped her, and she worked hard to suppress the flush of heat that started low in her abdomen and flooded her body.
Bolt’s quiet chuckle told her she’d not been successful. His lips brushed against her temple so lightly she thought maybe she’d imagined it. But his breath heated her neck as he whispered in her ear. “You haven’t even scraped the surface of my skill set yet, Babe.”
Well, he didn’t need to practice PDA anymore. She could tell he’d reached the expert level.
Regie felt a flush creep all the way up from her toes to the roots of her hair. “I really do hate that nickname.” Her voice sounded hoarse. Indicating a new level of trouble.
“It’s not a nickname.” The rumble of his voice echoed in her own chest as he pressed her closer. “It’s a term of endearment.” He leaned a little lower and kissed her neck, teeth scraping against her skin, creating delicious friction.
She knew he put on the show for the cameras, but she couldn’t help the tendrils of electricity shoot through her nerves straight to her core. Heat pooled in her abdomen and then slid lower. A sigh escaped from her lips. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from moaning out loud.
Bolt had her more turned on with whispers and small kisses than most men had accomplished naked beside her in bed.
She was in so much trouble. Big, big trouble.
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