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Or the day before, when her friend Marjorie stopped by unexpectedly and we had to scramble—Jasper diving behind the couch in human form, shifting before he hit the floor. And me shifting mid-leap and landing on the sofa as a cat.

‘You seem worried all of a sudden,’ he thinks at me now.

‘Just thinking about our close calls. We really need to be more careful.’

‘But we didn’t get caught. We’re getting good at this.’

‘We’re getting lucky. Eventually, our luck will run out. What happens if we mate tie again?’

‘Then we shift together and the humans will be scandalized witnessing a fox and a cat doing bad, bad things to each other.’

I refuse to dignify him with a response, even though the image that flashes through my brain is mortifyingly vivid. ‘You are such a pervert,’ I send back eventually.

He gives me a slow, mocking wink, then curls his tail over my face again—this time with a deliberate, languorous stroke soft as silk. It takes all my effort not to yowl my outrage. Instead, I plant my paw squarely on the bridge of his nose and push.

‘Oh, kinky. You want to do feet stuff? I can do feet stuff.’ he thinks, biting gently at my toes.

I jerk my paw away and settle for glaring at him until he rolls over, exposing his belly in the most undignified way possible, then stretches with a human-like yawn that makes all his teeth gleam in the sunbeam.

Unfair. Nobody that annoying should be so attractive, even as a fox.

“Oh darn it,” Bea interrupts, staring at her supplies. “I’m out of the orange ribbon. And I need it for the bags to look right.” She checks her watch. “The store’s still open for another hour. I should run out now.”

She stands, gathering her purse and keys. “You two be good while I’m gone. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”

We watch from the floor as she puts on her coat and heads out the front door. The car starts. Backs out of the driveway. Disappears down the street.

We wait exactly five seconds after the sound of the engine fades.

Then we both shift at the same time.

I barely have my human form before Jasper’s hands are on my waist, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, my arms going around his neck as his mouth crashes into mine.

“Thirty minutes,” he murmurs against my lips.

“We should make it count,” I breathe back.

“Oh, I intend to.”

Chapter 10

Jasper

Tabitha’s on her knees in the middle of the living room floor, her mouth wrapped around my cock, and I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven. Her tongue does this swirling thing that makes my eyes roll back, and through our bond I can feel her satisfaction at reducing me to a mindless, groaning mess.

“Fuck, Tabitha,” I gasp, my hand tangling in her hair as she takes me deeper. “Your mouth—god?—”

She hums around me, and the vibration nearly kills me. I can feel everything she’s feeling through our connection—the power she has over me right now, the arousal building in her own body as she works mine, the smugness at making me completely fall apart.

‘You like this,’her mental voice purrs.‘You like me on my knees.’

‘I like you anywhere,’I manage to think back.‘But especially—fuck—especially like this.’

She pulls back slightly, tongue swirling around the head of my cock in a way that has my hips jerking involuntarily. Her hand wraps around the base, stroking in rhythm with her mouth, and I’m right there, right on the edge?—

I pull her off me with a growl.

“Wha—” she starts, but I’m already hauling her to her feet, spinning her around and bending her over the arm of the couch.