Marisa Chenery: Werewolf's Treasure

Next they went to the kitchen, which was off the dining room. Since Soren really couldn’t cook worth a shit, he gave it a cursory glance, noting the granite countertops and stainless-steel fridge, stove and dishwasher.

Treasure kept up a commentary, giving sizes of rooms and whatnot as she took Soren from room to room. One time she stopped short and he ended up almost ramming into the back of her. As it was, her bottom brushed against the erection that had yet to go down. He quickly pulled away before she noticed the condition he was in, even though that slight contact had made his cock jerk and a surge of pleasure shoot through him.

At the large master bedroom, the sight of the king-sized bed had thoughts of what he wanted to do to Treasure on it flitting through Soren’s head. He’d slowly peel off the dress she wore while he kissed and licked every inch of her skin. He’d strip her out of her bra and panties, equally slow, making sure to lavish attention on her breasts before he tasted her pussy. Then he’d use his mouth to pleasure her until she came, crying out his name.

Soren’s cock throbbed painfully as he let his imagination run away with him. The sound of Treasure saying his name brought him quickly back to the here and now. He focused his gaze on her and found hers locked on the crotch of his jeans. He didn’t have to look down to know there would be no missing the large bulge there. He wasn’t exactly a small man in that area of his person. It was too late to try to hide it, so he stood there and let Treasure check him out.

He took a deep breath and fisted his hands at his sides when he picked out the sweet scent of Treasure’s arousal. It caused his cock to jerk again, which had her gaze snapping up to meet his. A small sound like a gasp slipped past her lips, and Soren knew his eyes had to be glowing mutedly. He hurriedly turned his back on her and headed for the en suite bathroom.

Soren really didn’t see anything, but used the time it took for Treasure to join him to wrench himself back under control. A quick look in the mirror above the sink showed his eyes were back to normal.

He faced her once again and found her staring at him with stark interest. Her professional mien had definitely slipped. Treasure licked her lips, and Soren bit back a growl of need that threatened to rumble out of him. He wanted to taste those lips, feel them closing around his cock while she sucked him into her mouth.

Feeling a bit overcome by the mating urge again, Soren stepped closer to Treasure, backing her up against the counter. The sound of her heart beating faster thundered in his ears, and the scent of her arousal growing stronger made him ache even more. He put his hands on the hard surface on either side of her hips as he leaned in slightly and breathed in more of her heady scent.

“I’ll take y…it,” he said huskily. He’d almost said he’d take her instead of the penthouse.

“You will?” she asked, her voice soft and breathy.

“Yes.” Soren shifted even closer. “Are you free for dinner tonight?”

Treasure looked into Soren’s light-brown eyes and felt herself drowning in them.

He stood so close all it would take to feel his lips on hers was for her to let herself lean in ever so slightly. The urge was almost too much to resist.

She was also horny as hell. First seeing Soren in the vestibule downstairs, she’d found him more than attractive. He had the good looks any male supermodel would possess. With his short, blond hair, chiseled features, well-muscled body and standing at least six-foot-five, he had everything she was drawn to in a man. And being enclosed in the elevator car with him, she’d found it hard to keep her attraction from showing.

As she took Soren on the tour of the penthouse, Treasure had a harder time keeping her professional face, as she liked to call it—the look that put a prospective client at ease and had them believing she knew what she talked about, hopefully leading them to purchase a property through her. With Soren, though, she had to work at it when it usually came so easily. She found herself getting distracted by him time and time again.

Not that he seemed to have noticed.

But it wasn’t until they’d come to the master bedroom and she’d spotted the large erection he had going on in his jeans did she lose it all together. Her gaze had become frozen to that spot between his legs as she pictured what his cock would look like, and how it would feel sliding deep inside her pussy. Her nipples had grown taut and wetness pooled in her core as an ache pounded there.

Then his cock had noticeably jerked and she’d looked up to find she’d been caught staring. Looking into Soren’s eyes, Treasure had swallowed at the hunger and arousal she’d seen in their depths, which turned her on even more. And for a split second before he’d walked into the en suite, she thought she saw his eyes glow, though that had to be her imagination.

Now, caged in by Soren’s large, muscular body, Treasure felt the ache between her legs intensify. Her brain seemed to misfire and it took her a few seconds to sort out that he’d said he would take the penthouse, and almost on the same breath, asked her out for dinner.

“Dinner?” she asked stupidly.

A sexy grin formed on his lips, heating her body even more. “Yes, dinner. As in I take you out for a good meal, then we see how things go from there.”

Treasure knew how she wanted the rest of the evening to go, but the big question was should she go out with Soren? She was without a doubt attracted to him, and he seemed to be interested in her as well, but he was going to be a client, since he wanted the penthouse. She had a personal rule where she didn’t date any client of hers—ever.

As a real estate agent, she counted on having the people she sold properties to come back if they decided to sell. If she were to date one and then have the relationship fall through, that was one less commission check for her. Treasure had to decide whether a date with Soren would be worth it to break that longstanding rule.

Looking into his handsome face, seeing his eyes heavy-lidded with desire, she wavered.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“It’s not that hard of a question,” Soren responded. “Just a simple yes or no will suffice, though I would strongly urge you to say yes.”

He definitely wasn’t making this easy on her. He leaned over a bit more, causing her to bend slightly back. His lips came nearer to hers, and her gaze became locked on them. She drew in a shaky breath. Soren smelled of the cologne he wore and a scent that was all male. Her pussy clenched and wetness leaked into her thong. She was on the brink of throwing herself into his arms and begging him to take her right there and then. And wouldn’t that be professional?

Needing some space between them, so she’d be able to think straight once again, Treasure pushed Soren away, walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. The bed seemed to loom before her, giving her wicked thoughts.

She jumped when Soren trailed a finger down the back of her arm. She hadn’t even heard him come up behind her. Treasure turned to face him. She knew he waited for an answer, but she wasn’t ready to give him one just yet. There was business to finish first.

“If you really want the penthouse,” she said, “then we can go to my office and fill out the paperwork to place an offer.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “Shouldn’t we settle the first offer before we start on the second?”

“No. Business first, then pleasure.”

“You could at least give me a hint as to what your answer will be for dinner.”

Soren’s gaze swept the entire length of her body, causing goose bumps to break out all over her skin. Looking into his eyes, seeing the tamped-down hunger simmering just below the surface, Treasure knew she wouldn’t be strong enough to resist him for very long.