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other night and she’d reveled in every thick inch stretching her wide. She
wanted to hold him in her hands, stroke the warm length between her palms.
Rebecca started to reach for him then remembered the guards. She had to curl
her fingers into the material of her skirt to keep them off Micah. Last thing
she wanted was an audience.
    “Doc? Everything okay?”
    Oh, thank goodness!
    She twirled around, latching on to the guard’s
voice as if it were a lifeline.
    “Yes!” The word came out high-pitched, almost
shrill. She cleared her throat as she tromped through the brush, racing toward
the guards. “We’re ready to go back inside now.”
    Becca tapped her foot impatiently as Micah
took his sweet time strolling back into the clearing, arrogant grin firmly in
place.
    Jack shot her a strange look. “Are you sure
you’re all right, Dr. Southerby?” He moved closer and
whispered so the other guard wouldn’t hear. “You’re breathing kinda shallow and
you face is all flushed.”
    “I’m fine ,” she gritted out from
between clenched teeth. “Now if you’re done lollygagging—”
    He held up a hand in surrender. “Whoa, okay,
Doc. We’ve already covered that kinda fine .”
    No one spoke on the way back to his cell.
Micah covertly watched Becca in his peripheral vision. She was acting strange.
    The first time she’d seen him shift, she
passed out from shock. That had been days ago. Yesterday her innate curiosity
had won out over her reserved demeanor. She had asked tons of questions and
developed a few theories. All predictable, expected behavior.
    Something was different today. When not being
terse with Jack, she’d been quiet and distracted. She’d been impatient with him
but he figured it had to do with arousal. Now he wasn’t so sure. Especially
since she kept rubbing small circles over her abdomen.
    Maybe she didn’t feel well.
    He loathed going back into the cell while
Becca went to her office. Of course, in Weltman’s place he’d take the same
precautions. Until he had full command of the shift, as well as the lion’s
reactions, keeping him locked up was the safest course of action.
    After the guards left, Becca lingered, still
unconsciously rubbing her belly.
    “Either you’re sick or something has happened.
Which is it, baby?”
    Her head snapped up. “Huh?”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing. I, uh…I have lots of work to do.”
She backed away. “I’ll stop by before I head home for the night.”
    Damn it!
    He was so frustrated that he wanted to rip the
bars from the wall. She shouldn’t be going home alone to deal with whatever was
bothering her. How fucking ironic that he finally wanted more than a quick fuck
from a woman and he couldn’t be with her.
    The only woman he’d ever longed to hold in his
arms through the night and he was stuck in a cage. They should be lying in bed
together, dreaming of the future. Instead he had to moderate every action and
put on a show for the guards, while learning to share his body with a cat.
    Micah sat on the cot and stared at the
ceiling. His shitty fucking karma had finally come back around to bite him in
the ass.
    Sometimes life sucked!

Chapter Eight
     
    Rebecca hid out in the office she detested,
pacing from one end to the other. No doubt about it—the morning outing with
Micah shook her up and proved they had to get rid of their supervision. She had
to be alone with him, free to touch him. Hold him and be held. Sooner the
better.
    The time had come to take action.
    But what?
    How could she get him out of a top-secret
facility that they locked down tighter than a duck’s butt?
    He’s the father of my child. I can’t just
leave him in that cell.
    Yeah, and he also turns into a ferocious
lion with sharp claws and huge teeth. Oh, and don’t forget that enormous cock.
    Hah, as if she could forget that!
    Tingles raced along her spine, but she refused
to contemplate sex with so much at stake. She had to get him out of here first.
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