Free Cat on the Fence by Tatiana Caldwell Page B

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undressed purportedly missing coworker with a massive erection. Priorities,
Karabi. It was highly inappropriate to be so turned-on right now.
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    “How are you feeling?” Karabi asked him.
    “Confused as fuck,” Alex said. He truly was confused. And
scared, fascinated, aroused, sore, enamored, awed. He didn’t know whether to
scream out in terror, run out and call for help or flip Karabi over and bang
her like animals do in the wild. But all he could do for the moment was laugh
in complete bafflement. “I’ve got so many questions.”
    “Ask them,” she said.
    He blinked a few times. His head was in her lap, the side of
his face right against her mons pubis, which she’d shaved into a neat little
triangle. When looking up at Karabi he got a full view of her underboobs and
erect, caramel nipples. She was looking down at him with long lashes and heavy
eyelids, her dark hair flowing past her shoulders and stopping at the tops of
her breasts. Her fingers were drawing circles on his stomach and his hard cock
was straining toward her.
    He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, uncertain
where to even start. At the moment he didn’t know if he was coming or going. Literally .
“Am I dead?”
    She laughed. “No, you’re alive and well.”
    “But I was a tiger.”
    “Yes.”
    “And you were a cheetah, just now.”
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    “Neither of those things seem incredibly strange to you?”
    She shrugged. “I’ve known I was a Werecat all of my life.
But I was a little shocked to discover that you are one too.”
    “Just a little shocked, huh…” he echoed her. He found
himself staring at the way her breasts moved while she spoke. His hips bucked
forward almost involuntarily, his cock aching for those fingers to trail down
lower and touch it. “That-that thing you’re doing with your fingers right now?”
    “Rubbing your tummy? You want me to stop?”
    “No. I’m-I’m not sure,” he stuttered. “Um, I mean, it feels
really good.”
    Karabi continued to rub him. “You’re a Cat. Of course it
does.” Her voice was thick and heavy with her own emotion and she looked as if
she was in some kind of an aroused trance herself.
    He breathed in hard. “No. I mean I really like it.”
    “I know.”
    “I mean I like it too much.”
    “So you do want me to stop?”
    “No, I don’t want you to stop,” he said. Down, tiger ,he tried to tell himself. This was a serious situation. He needed to get
out of there, not get off. But after three more circles of her fingers near his
pelvis he could feel his composure completely slip away. “But I’m really
fucking turned-on right now. I know you’re just trying to comfort me but we’re
naked and you—you’ve got these pheromones going—” He growled and grabbed her
hand, forcing it on his erection.
    “I know, I’m sorry,” she said, biting the corner of her lip
in that sexy way she did whenever she was conflicted. God, he wanted her so bad
it hurt. She gripped him in her fist for a moment but then she let go and
gently pushed him off her lap. “I should put on some clothes.”
    “Right,” he mumbled. He sat upright, allowing her to get to
her feet. He turned his head the other way while she was getting dressed and
tried to think about puppies and kittens to calm himself down. Kittens. If
he knocked Karabi up, would they have babies or kittens? Then the thought of
the process of knocking her up excited him even more. So much for his
usual standby of baby animals to calm himself down. He tried thinking about
dead puppies and kittens instead.
    “Got anything for me to put on?” he asked.
    “I’ve got your clothes from Friday night in that closet over
there. But first we need to think this through. We can’t just open the door and
walk you out of here. Non-shifters don’t know about us. What if someone sees
and asks why you are here instead of in your office? How will you explain why
you’re wearing the same clothes you did to the