Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Her lips parted. Yet she still didn’t stop me, so I took that as a sign to continue.
“I want to fuck you up against the glass in the living room so the entire city knows you’re mine.”
Her breathing became more labored.
“I want to lift you up onto the kitchen counter, spread your legs wide, and eat you for breakfast.”
“Jesus, Gray.”
A jingling noise called our attention to the door, and we turned just as my new dog came busting into the bedroom. The big shoe he carried knocked against the doorjamb as he charged in. I’d honestly forgotten all about him. Freckles took a running leap and jumped right up onto my bed. He circled a few times before plopping down dead center in the middle.
It effectively broke the moment. Maybe getting a dog wasn’t such a great idea after all.
Layla blinked a few times. I got the feeling she was relieved to have an interruption. She walked over to the bed and sat down. “Hey there, little buddy. How do you like your new home?”
I stayed at the window and watched their interaction.
Freckles got up and walked over to the edge where she sat. Layla extended her hand for him to smell, and he took full advantage, even adding in a few licks. Then, out of nowhere, just like he’d done to me the first time I met him and then to Layla earlier today, he jumped on her. Only this time, he didn’t knock her on her ass. She fell back onto the bed and laughed while he hovered over her on all fours, licking her face.
Rather than stopping it right away, I enjoyed the moment. Layla’s dark hair was sprawled all over my comforter, and she was laughing and smiling, so carefree. Eventually, I felt guilty for not calling my dog off, so I walked over to the bed and gave his collar a little tug.
“All right, buddy. Take it easy,” I teased. “Save some of that for me.”
Layla sat up with a genuine smile and wiped doggy drool from her face.
I still couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
“What?” She patted her hair and righted her shirt, which had slipped from one shoulder. “Is my makeup all over my face or something?”
I shook my head. “Remember what you asked me before? What I missed most?”
“Yeah.”
I looked between her eyes. “That was one of those moments. Just watching you enjoy the dog.”
Warmth filled her eyes. “He’s a sweet dog.”
“How about his owner?”
She smirked. “He has his moments.” Looking around the room, it must’ve dawned on her that it had turned dark. “We should go back to the living room. But thank you for sharing the view.”
“My view is your view. Come for sunset, stay for sunrise.”
She laughed, and I followed her to the kitchen, enjoying my own spectacular view of her ass. When she turned around at the bathroom in the hallway, she caught me, but didn’t call me out on it.
“Okay if I use this bathroom?”
“Of course. There’s one off the bedroom, also, if you want.”
“Thanks. This is fine.”
Freckles walked over to the front door and scratched at it. “Do you need to go out, buddy?”
He responded by chasing his tail in a circle at the front door. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”
Layla came into the kitchen while I tried to attach the leash to Freckles’ collar. “I think he needs to go for a walk.”
“Wow. That’s great that he just let you know. It took us months to train our family dog. Although he was a puppy, and I guess Freckles’ previous owner had him trained. But still. Will be nice not to have to go through that.”
“Why don’t you relax? Stay here. Have another glass of wine while I take him out.”
She walked to her purse. “Actually, I think I should be going anyway.”
We’d spent the entire day together, and I still didn’t want it to end. “You sure? There’s a great little Italian place up the block. I was supposed to take you to lunch today, and we never made it. We can order in. Or go grab a bite, if you want.”
“Thanks. But I think it’s best. Plus, I have a ton of work to do.”
Neither of us said a word the entire way down in the elevator. Once we were out on the street, Freckles pulled me over to a tree to relieve himself.
“Smart dog,” Layla said.
“Yeah. I think I might’ve gotten lucky.”
She looked down. “Thanks for taking me along today to pick him up. I had a really good time.”
I couldn’t let her go without pushing. Reaching out, I slipped two fingers under her chin and lifted so our eyes met. “Let me take you out to dinner. On a real date.”
I watched as the wheels in her head spun. She bit her lip and looked away before giving me her eyes. “We take it slow.”