Chapter FOUR

Yasmin didn’t know what came over her. One second her gorgeous, but always respectfully distant boss was holding an ice pack to her cheek, and the next she was mauling him like a hormone crazed teenager.

“Mmm,” she moaned, tangling her tongue with his and practically jumping on him.

Dayum.

The man was a good kisser. Like really really good. So good, the practically nonexistent piece of lace covering her pussy was already soaked. Her shirt was too tight, the bra too constricting. Why was she wearing clothes anyway? All she wanted to do was get naked and get him inside her. Like now.

Oh fuck. Oh no. This was not happening.

The last time she went into her heat cycle, Yasmin had wound up pregnant with a psycho ex-boyfriend who kept shaking her down for money. But she knew the drill. Once her heat hit, she would be a sex crazed lunatic unless someone helped her through it. Luckily, her body could not tell if a cock was condom-covered or not.