Her Lycan Lover by Susan Arden

You’d have to be there to understand.” He arched a brow.
    Her stomach plummeted at his innuendo and the thought of all the naked bodies he had enjoyed and might soon enjoy. Suddenly, she was very bothered by the thought he could find comfort in another woman’s arms.
    No. She wasn’t going to fall because he potentially—more than likely—might break his word. She backed up, seeking safer, less confusing ground. “Have at it if you think you can find the right man.”
    “Honored. I just might prove my worth after all.” She knew he wasn’t lying. Whatever he did, he was masterful. Lawyering, finding new business ventures, heck he was even a wiz at rugby.
    And then there were his whirlwind social skills. In a pinch, Quinn could easily show up at the party and take over, both in crowd control and orchestrating an event that would rock. This was his thing. She wondered how many times he’d gotten in on the action in these private affairs. The coffee in her stomach soured at the thought.
    Quinn turned back to the screen and sank down in her chair. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his profile and watched mesmerized. He clicked into the records, a muscle twitching along his jaw, and his eyes tracking across the screen. He took a sip of the coffee and flashed his eyes over the rim of his mug at her. Their gazes locked and the jolt of connection was palpable. A searing dart to her chest could not have been pierced deeper. A growl emanated from his chest up through his throat. Primal.
    Quinn’s overt masculinity assailed her senses. His scent and the intense way he regarded her sent unwelcome waves of excitement through her body. When had that started? She’d known him for almost two years and had maintained her cool. This had to be some sort of hormonal imbalance from being overworked. She needed a vacation and soon.
    “You have an idea?” she asked, pretending to move rather than tremble like a mindless lamb before a wolf.
    “A few,” he smirked. Ever since Quinn had stalked into her office, the space had shrunk immensely, and she guarded each of her movements. She stared back at him, unwilling to act like she was the least bit affected.
    “If you honestly still believe I can read your mind, you’ll be sadly disappointed.”
    “Pity. I’d love your opinion on a few issues. But to prove I’m not a total tosser, I can converse like a regular bloke . The coffee tastes as smooth as satin. Thanks, Sher.” He smiled, the type that reached up into his eyes making the reddish glow flicker. No less predatory, if anything more focused and contemplating. Her body tingled under his heated perusal.
    “Choices? Do you see any possibilities?” She grasped her mug between both of her hands. It was all she could do to remain leaning against the counter, especially when his stare broke hers and traveled down her body. Quinn made no effort to hide his study of her legs and swung his glance back to meet hers when he was good and ready, which felt like hours.
    “Oh yeah. I see a wealth of possibilities,” he said in a low and sure voice. “Try Redlings. He’s a switch hitter and panther. Sense of humor that doesn’t quit and can talk about virtually any subject. Your thoughts?” He languidly pushed back in her chair.
    In a second, he’d dive into her turf and she was pleased to have something to cling to besides Quinn’s overpowering sexuality.
    “Are you certain?” she asked. “Whenever I’ve had a conversation with him, he’s as quiet as a mouse. Let me see his report from last week. He’s new to LoDo and from what I gathered a nice, country boy. Some cow county in Texas?”
    “Dickson to be exact. That’s a positive. Fresh. Booked a week out it looks like. We can move appointments around. No major. From what I can tell, he’s no country boy but a capable cowboy in the saddle. He might turn out to be one of your best Doms, if he is trained right.”
    “I’m not against him. Far from it.” This was her