Page 71 of Bria and the Tiger

“Where did you get it?”

She had placed it on the desk and he picked it up and examined it.

“I know a place downtown. It’s a shifter store and they have ointments and salves for different things. It will help. Will you use it?”

He nodded, and she gave him a look of relief. “Good. Start using it right away, okay?”

“I will.”

“Okay, well, uh, have a good night.”

“You too.” He watched her walk toward the door, more turned on than he should have been by the sight of her ass in her tight skirt. His tiger growled happily when she paused at the door.

“Do you have someone to – I mean – how will you put it on your back?”

He grinned at her. “Well, Lincoln is still here, I’ll just ask him to rub it into my back. I’m sure he’ll love the idea.”

His pulse sped up when the smile curved across her lips. “I’d rather you didn’t show Lincoln your back. He knows I was in heat on Friday, and it won’t take him long to put two and two together.”

“Rosalie, then. She’ll be horrified, but I’ll just tell her the job description has changed.”

“No!” Her sudden growl made him twitch. “She is not to touch you.”

He didn’t reply, and she flushed before striding forward. “Take off your shirt. I’ll put some salve on it before I go home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gave her a flirty little grin then yanked off his tie and dropped it on the desk. She stared at it and he wondered if she remembered that it was the tie he had used to restrain her to the bed. It was stupid of him to wear it today, but he couldn’t resist.

“Do you like my tie, Bria?”

That delightful flush deepened, and he knew if he took off her shirt, the flush would cover her small but incredible tits. Fuck, he really wanted to suck on her nipples right now. Instead, he unbuttoned his shirt and then held the jar out to her.

She was staring at his broad chest, at the still-healing marks on his tanned skin. Did she even remember how it felt to be underneath him, to have his cock slamming into her tight pussy repeatedly? He knew that some cat shifters remembered very little during their heat, but he had no idea if Bria was one of them or not.

“Bria?” He prompted.

“Sorry.” She took the jar and he took his shirt off and draped it across the desk before turning around. “Oh God, it hasn’t healed at all.”

“Of course it has. Stop feeling bad.”

The obvious scent of her desire had been replaced with shame. He made sure not to move a muscle when she tentatively rubbed the salve into the slashes on his back. The salve was cold, but her hands were warm, and he tried not to groan with pleasure while she rubbed the salve into his back.

“All finished.”

Her voice was a little hoarse and he turned around, hoping she wouldn’t notice the way his cock was tenting his pants. She would smell his desire but there wasn’t anything he could do about that.

She bit her bottom lip as she stared at his chest. “Um, do you want some, uh, help with the front?”

“That would be very helpful.”

She swallowed, he heard the dry click in her throat, and scooped out a large amount of salve. She spread it over her fingers as he sat on top of his desk and spread his legs. She hesitated before stepping between them, and he held back his groan when her thighs brushed against his. She smoothed the salve over his chest, concentrating on each bite mark and scratch with studious regret, as the scent of their mutual desire hung thickly between them.

When her fingers scraped across one flat nipple, he inhaled sharply, and she gave him a worried look. “I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

“No, little tiger,” he rasped. “It doesn’t hurt. Keep going.”

She licked her bottom lip before stroking his chest with her soft, warm hands. She gasped when his big hands cupped her ass and he pressed her against his hard dick.

“I – is that better?” She whispered.

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