Chapter 8

Holy. Deliciousness.

Sheila blinked slowly. A wide grin cracked her face as she stretched her well used body. She throbbed and ached in places she’d forgotten she had. She was exhausted, deliciously so.

Good dream. Sexy.

The ache in her muscles was a good ache. A welcomed one. Who knew a pussycat had moves like that? Speaking of, where was he? Sheila shot up like a rocket and looked around. His scent was everywhere. That thick, spicy masculine musk was in the sheets, the pillows, on her skin. That was no dream.

Oh. My. Gods.

Sheila had done the dirty with Leo the Lion. Holy. Fucking. Hell. She’d made the beast with two backs, knocked boots, shook the sheets, got down and dirty, shtupped, rutted, balled, boinked, bumped uglies, got laid, got lucky—no matter how you said it, she did it and done it with the pussycat.