Page 45 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

“Good?” he asks, voice low and rougher than before.

“Good?” I echo, licking a bit of frosting off my fork.

“In fact, Doug, this is positively sinful. You may have just unlocked my ultimate weakness.”

Doug chuckles, and before I can process what’s happening, he leans in, swiping his thumb at the corner of my mouth.

“You missed a spot,” he murmurs.

My breath catches as his thumb lingers, his eyes darkening with intent.

“You know,” I say slowly, pulse skittering, “if you’re going to steal cake from my face, the least you could do is make it worth my while.”

Doug’s lips curve wickedly.

“Yeah? What would make it worth it, Sunshine?”

Before I can answer, he leans in fully and kisses me.

Soft at first. Testing.

But when I kiss him back—hungry, needy, ready—he groans and deepens it instantly.

His tongue slides against mine, tasting of chocolate and something that is just pure Doug.

Masculine. Heady. Hot.

His hands find my hips, gripping tightly as he tugs me closer, pulling me practically into his lap.

The kiss turns messy fast, our laughter melting into soft moans and frantic little gasps as the need flares hotter.

“Fuck, Dina,” Doug growls against my lips, kissing me again and again. “Been wanting to do this since the second you walked in wearing this damn dress.”

I shiver, my fingers sliding into his hair as he goes for the ties to my dress, unwrapping me like I’m a present.

“Fuck. Just look at you, Baby.”

I moan and kiss him harder.

“Glad you like it. I wore it for you.”

He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull the dress off my shoulders, and I help him, reaching for his shirt next.

Dear. God.

The man has more muscles than I can count, and I know my mouth is hanging open.

Doug grips the back of my neck with his hand and forces my gaze to his. He looks at me, eyes glowing like molten gold.

“I’m going to ruin you for every other guy,” he says, voice filled with both teasing promise and serious, raw hunger.

“Those are big words, Fido.”

My entire body tightens at the implication.

“Big talk, Wolf,” I breathe, running my nails lightly down his chest.

“Not talk, Sunshine.” His lips curl into a feral smile.

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