Opposition: Montana Wolves, Book Four (Montana Wolves series 4) by Chloe Cole

nodded. “No problemo.” She picked up the pile of notecards she’d sat on the table in front of her and leafed through them, plucking one out of the bunch.
    Her face scrunched in concentration as she twirled a finger toward the floor lamp in the corner of the room and shouted, “Luz versilus!”
    A strange hiss and a loud pop echoed through the small space before the room went dark.
    “Huh,” she mumbled. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. That was a new one for me, lemme try one of my usual—”
    “No, no, that’s okay,” he assured her, and went into the adjoining dining room and turned on the light. Clearly whatever Leeland and Saunders had done to rig the lamp hadn’t worked exactly as intended. If he let her continue this charade she was liable to burn the place down. No wonder she’d been so bummed out when he didn’t ask to see some magic. A lot of work must have gone into that setup.
    “Okay, if you’re sure.”
    “I’m sure.”
    She thumbed through the cards again and pulled another from the pile. “Next, I’m supposed to…” She trailed off, the color draining from her cheeks.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “Nothing. Nothing at all.” Her tone was brisk and she rallied before his eyes, shooting him a winning smile. She stood, again steadying herself on the armrest, and dropped the cards onto the table.
    With a trembling hand, she tugged one end of the belt that held her coat closed. The sides fell open an inch, then two. She paused and Alex flicked a glance to her face, wondering if maybe she’d spoken but he hadn’t heard over the rush of blood pounding in his ears.
    Her green eyes held him transfixed as she curled her fingers around the fabric and peeled the trench away, letting it fall to the floor. The air in his lungs seemed thin and insubstantial as he tried not to look down, tried to hold her gaze. But the lure was too strong.
    The blood that had pulsed in his head only seconds before drained south and filled his cock to bursting as he took in her lithe form.
    She was small but perfectly proportioned. Round, firm breasts strained against the cups of a white lace bra, one deep breath away from spilling over. The creamy expanse of taut stomach led to a triangle of fabric so small, so sheer, it left no doubt she was a natural redhead. One white garter hugged a bare thigh, her shapely calves and trim ankles set off by one pop of color.
    Red stilettos.
    Jesus .
    As Alex stared dry-mouthed at the woman wobbling in her high heels before him, his cock throbbed, urging him to taste. To take. He struggled mightily to tear his gaze away to no avail.
    Holly Tucket was a study in contrasts. Her face adorable, her body pure sin, she smelled like a fucking pecan pie and he just had to sit there acting like he wouldn’t know what to do with her if she sat on his face.
    Saunders and Leeland were going to pay for this.
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    Naughty Godmother , Montana Fairies Book #1 (FREE with Kindle Unlimited)
    Tempting Trent , Montana Fairies Book #2 (FREE with Kindle Unlimited)
    Prey , Montana Wolves Book #1 ( FREE with Kindle Unlimited)
    Awakening , Montana Wolves Book #2 (FREE with Kindle Unlimited)
    Redemption , Montana Wolves Book #2 (FREE with Kindle Unlimited)
    Coercion , Montana Dragons Book #3 (FREE with Kindle Unlimited)