Mixing Business and Pleasure

She laughed softly, the motion rumbling through her chest and shaking his rump. “I had a feeling it might be” she agreed. He looked like a wolf that didn’t shy from a spot of trouble. The rumble of desire in his voice wasn’t missed, and she lowered her own voice, keeping it husky and suggestive.

“Well. I think we can come to a very pleasant arrangement here, my Sitka. All that's left is to sample my wares and see if it’s good enough to keep.” She winked at him, spread out her claws, digging them into his side as she lifted her head from her rump and started to pull. Slow, but persistent movements from the paw that held his rump. Moving him until she could reach exactly what she was aiming for. This time, she would be far more gentle with his jewels then she had the first. Her eyes burning into his, she lowered her head.

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