Page 32 of Her Purr-fect Christmas Mate

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Peony

Waslastnightreal?Did I really… yep. Yep, I did.

And that.

And THAT.

All the things.

Holy crap. Who am I?

Peony woke up without a crick in her neck for the first time in years. She lifted her head and blinked.

Wow. I guess using a hot guy’s chest as your pillow really is the most ergonomic choice.

Mordecai was still deeply asleep. His chest rose and fell in a slow, regular rhythm beneath her. His chest, muscular under the shirt that somehow she hadn’t actually gotten around to tearing off him. His sculpted collarbones and the column of his neck heading up to his fierce, aristocratic profile.

Even in sleep his eyebrows were caught in a permanent scowl. It shouldn’t have been attractive, but somehow it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

Well.Almostthe sexiest. It had a way to go to beat the sight of him stretched out beneath her, shirt rumpled, suit trousers open with his cock jutting out and his broken-glass eyes wide and shattered.

Her heartbeat sped up. Yes. That had been… wow.

And he was still lying under her. Vulnerable. Unprotected.

Her fingers twitched, but she pushed the instinct back.I don’t care how funny it would be to see him jump,she told her inner cat.I’m going to let him sleep.

Because she needed all the time she could get to get her head straight.

Mordecai was her mate. Forget all her angst about her soul’s true reflection being a tiny fluffy kitty for a moment—scorching hot, mega-asshole Mordecai was her mate.

Is he a mega-asshole, though?He’d been surprisingly kind to her once she’d told him the truth about it being her first shift. He was a bit of a prick, sure, but whatever animal lurked behind his eyes, it was powerful. So powerful that she suspected the reason he was keeping it hidden from her was to stop her freaking out more than she already had.

We could find out.Her cat crept forward, pinprick claws at the ready.

Nope. No, thank you.If Mordecai wanted to keep his inner animal a secret, she could wait until he was comfortable telling her.

It wasn’t as though she had a leg to stand on when it came to keeping secrets from her mate, after all.

And the sex had been so good.

She closed her eyes and groaned.So good.

Am I really turning into the sort of person who can be won over by a single amazing orgasm?

Apparently so. Peony Fisher: tiny fluffy cat shifter, emotionally sabotaged by her pussy.

Not the life she’d envisaged for herself, but…

“You’re awake.”

Her cat jerked up. Mordecai’s breathing hadn’t changed; had he been awake the whole time she was staring at him?

“Mm,” she said, rolling off him. “Good morning.”

He cracked open one dark eye and regarded her warily. *Is it?*

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