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Wulf
The kiss turned carnal as I took what she offered. Her mouth. Her tongue. Just her. Her taste, her feel, her breath.
She was in my lap, and I curled her, lifting her so I could stroke from the back of her knee, up her thigh, over her soft, round ass, the curve of her hip, her waist, the side of her breast. I devoured her as I petted, learned the feel of her softness more thoroughly, enjoyed the way her body conformed to mine, settling into me as if filling every missing piece with her warmth.
“Wulf, the kids.” Her whisper barely carried, but I recognized heat in her voice, the lure of the forbidden. “What if they wake up?”
“Then you will need to be quiet when I make you come.”
Her response was a very wicked and very feminine smile against my lips. “I can do that.”
“Can you? Y
