Liam
When Ira opened the door in her short grey satin kimono robe tied loosely together at her thin waist, he could not think anymore.
His fingers itched to open the flimsy belt and find out what she was wearing underneath!
He had this irrepressible desire to run his hand through his hair but stopped himself. It had taken some time for him to get ready and look decent for the investor meeting.
It wouldn’t help if he reached their office looking like an untamed wolf that he was.
If only Ira had woken up earlier he wouldn’t have felt this obsessive need to check on her. The last he had seen her was in the evening when she had spotted him and Monike in each other’s arms.
Her expressions of pain were heartbreaking.
His wolf had given him a hard night as he had tossed and turned in bed,
