Page 55 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Bride

“Sexy?” I tease, smirking.

“Very,” she admits, her cheeks flushing.

“Come on,” I say, taking her hand. “I haven’t taken my lunch break yet. Let’s go somewhere we can talk.”

“Okay,” she agrees, her voice breathless.

I lead her to the back of the shop, to a small room where we keep extra supplies. It’s quiet and private, and it’s the perfect place for a quick rendezvous. When we step inside, I can tell by the smile on her face that she knows just what I’m up to.

“What are we doing here?” she asks, her voice playful.

“I think you know,” I say, closing the door behind us.

I step toward her, and she meets me halfway, pressing her body against mine. We kiss, and it’s like electricity is flowing through us. Our hands are all over each other, and I can feel the heat rising.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, kissing her neck.

“So are you,” she whispers, her hands exploring my body.

When she drops to her knees, I can barely contain myself. She looks up at me with those big gray eyes, and I feel like I’m going to explode. But then I remember how inexperienced she is, and I try to control myself.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice husky.

“Yes,” she says, unzipping my pants. “I want to taste you, Reiner.”

Well, who the hell am I to say no to that?

My cock springs free, and she wraps her hand around it, stroking it slowly. I groan, and she smiles, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on me.

“Jane,” I gasp, my hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

“Shh,” she whispers, kissing the tip of my cock. “Let me take care of you.”

Then she opens her mouth and takes me in, inch by inch. I’ve never felt anything like it. Her mouth is hot and wet, and the way she’s looking up at me is almost enough to make me come right then and there.

“Fuck,” I moan, my hands tangling in her hair.

She starts to move, bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling around my shaft. It’s the most amazing feeling in the world, and I can’t believe she’s doing this for me. It’s so fucking hot, and I’m so goddamn lucky.

“Just like that,” I encourage her, my hips thrusting in time with her movements.

She picks up the pace, and I can tell she’s getting into it. She’s moaning and sucking me off like she can’t get enough.

“God, Jane,” I gasp. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

She pulls back and says, “I’ve been practicing.”

“Practicing?” I ask, confused.

“On bananas,” she admits, her cheeks flushed.

“Bananas?” I repeat, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah,” she says, smiling. “I wanted to make sure I could do it right.”

“You’re doing it perfectly,” I assure her.

“Good,” she says. “Because I want to make you feel good, Reiner.”

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