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The Lawyer's Mate
Wren Longwood knew she was dreaming. It took her a few moments to realize it. The dimly lit office looked much like the one she practically lived in while awake. A sturdy wooden desk sat under a fluorescent light which was covered by a nice fixture to make the room seem less sterile. The curtains were drawn over the small window which normally looked out over the Boise foothills. But the light filtered in strangely, illuminating the room in a blueish tint, and everything was a little fuzzy around the edges. But mostly she knew it was a dream because Andy Olson sat shirtless in her desk chair and she sat on his lap.
His skin was soft under her fingers as she traced slowly up his sternum, splaying her fingers out to cover his shoulder. She nuzzled at his neck, licking at his salty skin and luxuriating in the taste. His fingers clenched her waist but didn't move. She kissed lower, moving away from his neck and nipping at the hollow of his throat. His cock hardened against her and she was already wet and ready for him. She pulled back, kissing down his chest and sliding back from the seat. His fingers tried to grasp at her, but they couldn't hold on. She slid all the way to the floor, kneeling between his thighs. Andy's eyes locked onto hers, glowing faintly in the light of the office. She had heard that happened sometimes when a werewolf was aroused, but had never seen it. And here he was, eyes glowing for her.
Excitement and heat shot through her.
His hands clenched at the arms of the leather chair, fingertips biting into the armrest.
She ran her hands up and down his thighs, feeling the muscles clench under the fabric of his pants. His erection was visible and she ran her hand over his fly, unbuttoning and unzipping him as he moaned. Free from his pants his cock stood tall and proud in front of her. Wren's mouth watered at the sight of his head hot and hard for her.
She licked her lips and Andy moaned once more, urging her to hold him, to suck him, to do something and have mercy on his straining penis.
She ran the tip of her finger against him, more for her than for him. But even that small motion had him bucking his hips once, trying to move in his seat to get closer to her. She trailed that finger around until she could hold him all in her hand, feeling that soft hardness completely under her power.
Slowly, she moved her hand up once, brushing her thumb over the tip of him before bringing her hand back down to the base. Andy's eyes closed tight at the pleasure. Faster she jerked, her gaze centered on his forehead where the creases between his eyes deepened as color rose in his cheeks and he let out little pants from each motion she made.
What would he look like if she took him in her mouth?
Wren's alarm clock rang. Of course it did. Her eyes snapped open and she scowled, both horny and sleepy. Why did the stupid alarm clock need to interrupt her most potentially satisfying sexual experience in months? She disregarded the fact that it was only a dream.
She shut the alarm clock off with a flick of a finger and laid back looking out her window to where the early morning sun flitted in. Another morning in Boise, Idaho, far away from the hustle and bustle of her home--her old home--in New York. Here she was free to run as a wolf, live on her own, and make her way by herself. No family, no expectations, nothing of the sort.
No fucking Andy Olson either.
It didn't surprise her that he was the subject of an erotic dream. Though she would take that secret to her grave. The only thing that surprised her about it was that it hadn't happened earlier. From the first moment she saw him at Olson and Breyer, Attorneys at Law she had been hit with a bullet of pure lust. It had taken far more of her control that she would have liked to admit to prevent herself from cornering him in a supply closet and fucking him. Or letting him fuck her. Really any kind of fucking would have worked.
But a Longwood, even a
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