Chapter 1

Brianna Le Roux woke slowly, feeling the strum of a dull ache as it crossed her forehead. Cradling the pain with the softness of her pillow, she was met with the deliciously manly scent that lingered there.

What had she done?

She struggled to open her eyes, but found it required too much effort. She tasted last night's alcohol and tried to think beyond the headache.

A celebration. Her grandfather's retirement and herself being named full law partner at Le Roux and Lamb. The new strappy shoes from Saks, the dance club, the shots of tequila, the sexy man in Armani. Nothing else came to her.

Too much to drink, too much dancing, and who was that sexy man? She gave a groan. She should never have partied so hard last night. Not when she was determined to do a great job as the new partner. She owed her grandfather that and much more.

An image of the strange, sexy man flashed through her mind. Though she couldn't remember his face, the smell on her pillow was a pungent reminder of the night she had just shared with him. Dampness quickly rose between her legs as she recalled the fullness of his rock-hard cock inside her.

She let out another groan as more memories came, erotic memories of her climaxing, climaxes that had lasted well into the morning. Sliding her hand down her body, she played a nipple between her fingers. Lowering her caress over tanned skin, her fingers felt the hot, wet folds, now throbbing and begging for relief. With her middle finger, she slowly rubbed her clit until she needed more. The image of her hands running over strong, tanned shoulders while his thick cock rode inside her soon became too much, leaving her longing for that cock again.

Shoving a finger inside herself, she thrust her pelvis up to it. She focused solely on fucking it with the same fervor in which she had ridden the man who had thrust into her the night before. She moved her other hand to a taut nipple and fondled it, driving her pussy on. Never had getting herself off been so exhilarating. Images flashed, memories swamped her, and the sensations she had experienced with him pushed her forward.

She let out a wail as she remembered his hot liquid squirting inside her. She still had no face to go with the incredible body. However, she could recall hearing him growl, a groan of primal gratification. It sent her closer to the edge she sought. Another wail escaped her as she remembered her body's climactic convulsions. The memory of his primal release brought hers on now, leaving her sated and plastered to her bed.

Whoever he had been, he had been good.

Typical though, she would pick a man who wouldn't stick around until morning. Wolves. They were all wolves. Still, it had been a long time since a man had made her late for work.

"I'm going to be late for work!" Moaning, Brianna fought the elements of light as well as gravity as she made her way to her bedroom door. Holding onto the frame, she looked back at the bed.

"Fur? What the hell is that?" She tried to focus, cocking her head sideways. What kind of fur could have been left in her sheets? "Oh, no. I must have picked up a stray ... cat? Dog? Oh, hell. My landlord is going to have my ass."

She let out a groan, realizing she only had thirty-five minutes to get ready and get to work. Aspirin. It was going to be one of those days.

A wicked smile played across her lips. At least she had started the morning out right.