Free Taken by Moonlight by Violette Dubrinsky

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    “Well,
thank you for bringing the documents, Ms. Bordeaux. Please tell Arnold that Cedar Creek looks forward to working with him in the future.”
    Vivienne
knew she was being dismissed and nodded. Maybe she was just fantasizing about
him in her head. Just because she was seeing crystal-clear images of them
practically having sex in a club didn’t mean it had actually happened. She’d
had fantasizes before, never this vivid, but he was a very handsome man, and at
times, she could be very… hormonal .
    Her gaze
moved to him, and she recognized that he was walking toward her. Her breath
caught and she saw something flash in his eyes.
    “I’ll walk
Ms. Bordeaux out, Rachel. Keep me updated on any other developments.”
    “Yes, of
course,” Rachel replied, her voice low, with a hint of confusion.
    Vivienne’s
heart raced as he walked her to the elevator. No words were exchanged, but her
body felt as if it were in overdrive. She stole a few glances at Conall, but he
was looking straight ahead. The only indication that let her know that he was
aware of her presence was his hand at her back. It was seemingly innocent, but
could be read as possessive. She briefly wondered if he knew that.
    Feeling
awkward about their silence and needing something to distract her from the fact
that her underwear was growing damp, Vivienne turned to him and asked softly,
“How is your nephew?”
    Eyes
burning as he looked down at her, his nostrils flared slightly. “Eli is fine.”
    She nodded
and was about to follow that question with one about camping or school or
something, when an image of his body pressed against her in the club ingrained
itself on her mind once more, but this time, she saw Max pulling her away, Drew
escorting her from the club. She cast a quick glance at him, only to find that
he was watching her, his lips pursed tightly as if he were witnessing the same
vision, which was impossible, of course.
    The elevator
finally arrived and she scurried onto it, fidgeting with the bag at her side as
he settled next to her. He pressed the button for the first floor and the door
closed.
    “Bordeaux?” His voice jarred her from her thoughts and Vivienne cast a puzzled glance in his
direction. He stared straight ahead, and she had the perfect view of his
profile. Defined jaw, prominent nose, strong brow bone. Gorgeous. “Are
you French?”
    “No,” she
replied a little breathlessly, feeling as if her clothing was too tight. She
could feel her nipples poking against the cotton material of the bra and was
deeply aware that the dampness in her panties had escalated. Oh Jesus, she really needed to get away from this man. Clearing her throat, she continued,
hoping her voice was normal. “My mother is…French, that is.”
    Vivienne
tried to refocus on the images that had recently come to her. She was beginning
to think they’d actually happened, but questions remained. Why had Max pulled
her away from him? And what happened after? When was she drugged? Who’d drugged
her?
     
***
     
    Conall
nodded, but he really wasn’t interested in her parents. He was trying to keep
his mind off her scent. The sweet muskiness of her wet sex penetrated the stale
air, and he was in no way immune to it, especially confined in an elevator. No
sane man or wolf could resist that call, and his hands fisted as he attempted
to fight his very nature.
    She was
human. It would not last. He would hurt her. She would die.
    By Luna, it
was impossible to ignore her, especially with her making unconscious little
sounds in her throat as she tried to stamp down her own arousal. He could feel
her distress, both with her need and the thoughts swarming her, but could only
focus on one thing. Without thinking, he reached forward and slammed his fist
against the red button at the side of the elevator. It came to a screeching
halt, and she pitched forward into his arms as he fell back against the wall.
    Her eyes
widened in confusion as her hands grabbed at his