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He was marvelous. So skilled. Oh!

I shoved my fingers into my mouth and bit down to keep from crying out, for fear that my joy would be heard by all the extra sensitive ears attached to the monsters mingling across the street. And I did not want anyone to interrupt this glorious moment in time. Not until⁠—

“Oh!” That one came out garbled around my fingers. Meanwhile, my inner muscles were spasming with an orgasm unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life.

Once again, I threw my head back and reveled. For a long, long…long time. It just kept going.

I began panting, dropping my hand so I could clutch the desk again as my body began spiraling—again!

He’d said a couple of orgasms, hadn’t he?

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” I chanted while his tongue swirled around my clit and his fingers worked my lady bits like the magician he clearly was, until I had no choice but to soar for a second glorious time.

Finally, I began to slowly return to reality, my body still tingling, even though he’d extracted his fingers and leaned back in the chair.

I’m sure I had the heavy lidded, flushed face, smirking look of a thoroughly fucked woman, and we hadn’t even gotten to the actual fucking yet.

“You good?” he asked. Was he honestly concerned?

I barked out a laugh that was higher pitched than the mini werewolf’s actual bark had been. But then I abruptly cut it off.

“Okay, show me the goods,” I demanded, waving at his nether region. His pants were tented with his erection. And there were definitely ridges running the length of the thing.

“I, ah…”

“Shit.” I slapped my head. “No protection. Not unless you keep something here in your office?” I asked hopefully.

“I’ve never had sex in my office before,” he admitted. “So, no protection here. But I’m only fertile in the spring.”

I canted my head. “You mean we could have sex like bunnies for the next six months or so and there will be zero chance of pregnancy?” Did I sound excited over that prospect?

I was definitely excited over that prospect.

He cleared his throat. “Yes. I need to be careful from March to May. Otherwise, it’s worry-free banging.”

I made a circular hurry up motion with my finger. “Well, let’s get to that worry-free banging.” One would think that two orgasms would be enough for one day.

One would be wrong. Especially when faced with the prospect of a ridged penis. And worry-free sex.

The stars were most definitely aligned right now. Frankly, it was about damn time.

When River did not immediately strip, I surged into a seated position and reached down to take care of matters myself. Except the chair was just low enough that I would have tumbled into his lap headfirst if he’d not grabbed my arms and held me in place while standing up and kicking the chair away.

There. Now he was at the perfect level for me to tug the button free and pull the zipper down, parting the tines to reveal a pair of boxers with bats on them.

“Halloween boxers?” I asked with a brow arch.

He shrugged. “I like the holidays.”

I hoped I got the chance to see what other holiday boxers he owned. In the meantime, it was time to focus.

I slipped my fingers into the waistband. River sucked in a harsh breath. His ridged dick gave a hopeful bounce.

I tugged the boxers down his legs, freeing his penis.

His…corkscrew penis.

It was thick. And long. And shaped like an oversized corkscrew. Hence the ridges I’d felt through his pants.