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bed.
    Dammit.
    She had to let him stay.
    “You smell good.” He kissed the back of her neck.
    She shivered and tried to elbow him. He laughed.
    “Not much for after-sex snuggling, are you?”
    Glad for the darkness, she shrugged. “You hardly seem the snuggling type yourself.”
    “You don’t know me very well, then. I enjoy women. Every thing about them. I’m not a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy.”
    He was right. She didn’t know him. Nothing about him other than he was an agent for the NCA and human. Well, formerly human. She scooted away and sat up, pulling her hand through her hair. “Why did my brother call you Legend when he first saw you?”
    “It’s my code name with the NCA.”
    “Oh. Why that code name?”
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    Jaci Burton
    “Let’s say I tend to get myself out of pretty sticky situations in rather legendary ways.”
    She wanted to hear about those ways, but that would require intimacy and conversation, and that she wouldn’t do. “Didn’t you have to go out?”
    “Yeah, actually, I do. You in a hurry to get out of bed?” He inched toward her again, teasing her inner thigh.
    She melted, her clit tingling at the thought of how easy it would be to lay back, spread her legs, and let him rub those big, hard hands all over her pussy. Spend the entire night in bed with him. Exploring, learning his body, getting to know him.
    Too dangerous. When he demanded it, she’d fuck him and leave it at that. “Want to prowl around in werewolf land?”
    He paused in his mapping of her body. His fingers disappeared from her thigh and the warmth of his body left her side. She felt cold. The harsh light on her bedside table flipped on. She squinted, then glared at him.
    “That’s actually a great idea,” he said. “Can you take me there?” She was the one who suggested it. No point in being irritated with his boyish excitement. “Sure. Give me an hour to get showered. Nighttime is when everyone prowls. We might be able to find out something about the killer.” He bounded out of bed and grabbed his clothes, climbing back into them so fast she barely caught a glimpse of his body. Too bad.
    “I’ll shower and change too,” he said, exiting her room in a hurry. With a resigned sigh, Chantal slid off the bed and headed into her bathroom and turned on the shower.
    She turned and regarded her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed with the aftereffects of great sex, something she could still be having if she wasn’t so damn skittish about getting close to a man.
    “Dumbass,” she said to her reflection, then stuck out her tongue.
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    Legend’s Passion
    Well, great. Instead of a night of hot sex, she was going to help Dylan hunt for a killer.
    * * * * *
    Excitement churned inside Dylan. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. He didn’t know whether he was more sexually charged or if it was the chase for the killer. Either way, he was keyed up.
    Chantal had recruited Noah to come along, so the three of them headed out into the city. Not the typical tourist traps, since they were closed by now. Noah drove them to a nondescript brick building with no windows. The building stood two stories tall in the middle of what looked to be a business district.
    “What’s this place?” Dylan asked as they parked in front and stepped out of the car.
    “Party central for the werewolves around here,” Chantal said, smoothing her skirt.
    Correction. What skirt there was. The tiny scrap of fabric barely covering her ass could hardly be called a skirt. Typically he’d enjoy ogling a woman wearing a short skirt. But for some reason, knowing they were going into some club where other men could look at Chantal made the green monster rise up in a huge way inside him.
    And he didn’t like that. Why should he be jealous? He had no claim on this woman.
    He’d fucked her, and according to this whole werewolf thing going on inside him he’d get to continue to fuck her for a while longer, which was just fine with