Page 16 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

Soon as Derek could leave, he booked it, actually making it home in under an hour, having caught all his buses. At times, he thought of getting a car, but the cost of parking it, plus insurance, and all the rest was a financial dent he couldn’t justify. Usually, his commute didn’t bother him. But that was before he had someone who excited waiting for him at home.

At least, he hoped Athena was still there. She’d said see you later when he left for work.

He walked in with some Chinese food he’d picked up to find her naked on his couch.

The bags almost hit the floor.

She turned a bright smile on him. “Honey, you’re home.”

Fuck yeah, he was. “I brought food.”

“Ooh.” She bounded over the couch, boobs bouncing, and he just about hit the floor in worship.

He tried to not focus on the hottie as he grabbed the plates and cutlery to eat.

“How was your shift?” she asked.

“Long,” the honest truth. “What about you? Did you go out today?”

“For a bit. I put on a disguise and headed over to the Experimental Farm.”

“Was that wise?” He spooned some rice onto his plate and dumped some crispy honey chicken on top.

“Probably not, but it didn’t matter. Looks like the doctor cleared out.”

“How can you tell?”

“Because Simon, the guard I flirted with, told me Rogers drives a Mercedes, and the parking lot most definitely didn’t have one. It appeared rather empty.”

“So what’s next?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Could be he isn’t looking for you,” he suggested.

“Is this your way of trying to kick me out?”

“No!” Almost shouted. “Stay as long as you’d like.”

“Thanks, honey. Don’t worry. I’ll try to not cramp your style.”

He almost said cramp it all you want. He’d not been this entertained in ever. However, there was something appetite-killing about sitting across from a woman eating. Not entirely correct. He might not be hungry for food, but damn, he craved something else.

And she knew it.

She tossed him a few coy looks before saying, “So am I masturbating for dessert, or are you going to cream me yourself?”

He’d been strong the night before.

He could not say no twice.

He rose from his side of the table, only to drop on his knees in front of her. Nothing was said. She just parted her legs and uttered a happy sigh as he leaned in for a lick of her pretty pink pussy.

She was wet. So very wet. And she moaned as he licked her. Moaned and grabbed hold of his hair as he spread her nether lips and teased her sex. He slid his hands under her ass, dragging her partially off the chair, changing the angle of her hips so he could thoroughly devour. Tasting her, teasing her. He flicked her clit with his tongue and was rewarded with a shudder.

He sucked her button while he thrust a finger into her.

She growled, “Give me another.”

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