Chapter 11

At work the next day, Naomi found it exceedingly difficult to concentrate. She'd spent a sleepless night, squirming and horny. She'd tried masturbating, but to no avail. Five fingers couldn't satisfy her, not when she craved a man between her thighs-make that two men.

Diving into her work, she let the numbers on the receipts and ledgers before her suck her into a world she understood where the solutions to questions made sense. Followed a set of rules that never wavered. Where a relationship equaled one man and one woman, two people, not three, like the spot between her legs claimed.

Slowly, the columns of figures settled her for the first time in days. An affinity for mathematics growing up had led her into a career in accounting, most especially for other 'special' people like her. Given the longevity of shifters and convoluted family trees-because not all species believed in a monogamous paring for life-she'd acquired an extensive clientele.

A few hours into her pe