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vulnerability between forms often suffocated her.
    Often, but not now.
    Not with him.
    His desire hit her with the heat of a volcano. She made that happen. Every current rolling off him was her doing. That wicked part of her was back again and she didn’t shoo it away. “Help me?”
    Without a word he knelt before her, lifting the hem of her black dress up, up, up. He took in a very audible breath as her own scents started flowing. He didn’t stop though, pulling the rest of the dress until it joined his pile of discarded clothes.
    Either of them could have shifted by now, but he yanked her tight against him, her breasts pinned against his chest. Impossibly large hands ran down the length of her back until they cupped her cheeks. “You’re built for a wolf. You know that?”
    “Is that codeword for chubby?”
    “That’s codeword for perfect.”
    Then he kissed her and the heavens damned near opened for glory. Total situational overload. His tongue, raw heat, begged for permission at the corner of her mouth. She didn’t have the will to deny him.
    She also didn’t have enough hands for what she wanted to do, but Lord knows she tried using what she had. She touched his face, clawed his chest and gripped his cheeks until one of her hands found its way to his manhood.
    She’d never been this forward before. Everything in her human mind told her to stop. Reminded her that she didn’t know him.
    Luckily for her, her wolf took precedence.
    He groaned into her mouth and nipped at the side of her lips when her hand closed around him. Well, as much around him as it could. Laid across a QWERTY keyboard, the man was ASDFGHJKL and maybe the ENTER key too.
    She wanted to see what she held, but that would require her mouth leaving his. Neither of them seemed intent of having happen. Instead, his hands wandered down until they lay upon the damp hair between her legs. His fingers didn’t enter her, but he rubbed his rough palm against her core until her knees threatened to give way.
    “You’ve been like this – ready for me since the moment we met. I’ve smelled it on you and been waiting to find out what it tastes like.” He dragged his hands against her one last time before pulling back to look her in the eyes. He shifted his tongue - just his tongue - and licked off the evidence of her lust from his hand, before sending it back for seconds. “You told me to lick you from top to bottom. I intend to.”
    In the seconds it took him to drop to his knees, she told herself to keep her heart in check. No expectations.
    Just this.
    Just him.
    Just now.
    And just for the moment, she felt womanly, desired and gave herself permission to be free and to harbor no regrets.
    His mouth honed in and rational thought transformed into a slippery, tricksy thing impossible to hold on to.
    Baron buried his face between her legs. She slid down the tree he had her locked against until she straddled him, her knees on either side of his head.
    He licked, sucked, bit, and pulled every inch of her.
    Her orgasm built. She  felt it pressing against her inner walls as surely as she felt his tongue.
    But that wasn’t the only thing pressing.
    Baron snuck his hand around until he managed to shove two fingers inside her.
    Three.
    And they weren’t just pressing. They were massaging, hooking to hit the area that turned her muscles to mush.
    “Please, Johanna?”
    “Huh?”
    He mumbled something back about ‘mouths,’ but she was too far gone to make it out. She pushed and rocked until it hurt. Her core burned, screaming for relief. If it didn’t happen soon, she’d explode. When her body had nothing more to give, her thighs quivered and she screamed out her release into the man between her legs.
    Best. Lunch break. Ever.
    “Are you okay?”
    “What?”
    “I need you to tell me that you’re okay, Johanna.”
    “Yes.”
    “Good girl.” Then he leaned forward and told her every single thing he wanted to do to her. She might have begged for