“What areyou doing with Sky while you’re at work?”
We’ve taken Sky outside to go potty. It’s interesting how he uses the sling to help her stand upright while also keeping her from moving around too much. She does her business, which Ben says is exactly what the vet wants to see.
“I’m taking her with me on Monday.”
“Oh?” I’m actually surprised by that response.
“Yeah. I’m not bothering to get permission.” He shrugs. “It’s better to ask forgiveness, right?” He laughs.
“Will you take her every day?”
“No. The animal hospital lined up a place that does physical therapy. They’ll keep her there between treatments, and I’ll pick her up after work. But they can’t start until Tuesday.”
That sounds like a major deal. I can’t imagine how much something like that costs. “How long will she need therapy?”
“I’m hoping less than two weeks, but it all depends on how well she does.”
“I see.”
“Let’s go back upstairs. I bought the stuff to make chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwiches.”
“Oh, um….” I should probably go. It’s getting late, but honestly, I don’t want to.
“Come on.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “Let’s have some dessert.” He winks at me as he says it, and I’m not sure what to do about that. So I just giggle.
Ugh. I’m such a dork.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ben
She’s perfect.Everything about her is absolutely perfect. This night is perfect. And best of all, my sweet dog is perfect. Well, okay, she’s injured but on the mend. She’ll be back to being perfect in no time.
I lead us back up to my apartment and place Sky in her bed, then hold the small bowl of water in front of her to see if she drinks. She does, thankfully. Standing, I turn to Alison, who’s been watching Sky and me.
“Dessert, coming right up.”
I make quick work of my ice cream treat. It’s one of my favorite things to have on hand—you know, best of both worlds with the cookie and the ice cream. I hand one to Alison along with a paper towel and wait and watch, making sure she likes it. Little did I know the kind of reaction she’d elicit from me with just one lick. Because when she licks the little sandwich, she moans. Do I even need to tell you what that did to my cock? No? I didn’t think so. When I growl under my breath, the reaction from Alison surprises me. She looks at me beneath hooded eyelids and steps closer. Before I know it, her lips are on mine, and our ice cream treats are abandoned on top of the kitchen counter.
I’ll clean that up later.
The kiss goes from zero to sixty in seconds. Our tongues are in each other’s mouths and my hands, both of them, are around her, grabbing that luscious ass of hers.
“Fuck, Alison,” I say as my mouth moves from her lips to her neck. I kiss and lick just a little bit and then give her a bite right below her ear. Nothing that will leave a mark. Just a nibble.
“Ben,” she says in a sweet voice. “I….”
I pull away slightly. “Is this okay?”
I feel her hand slide to the back of my neck and then pressure until our lips are millimeters away from each other. “God, yes.”
Since my hands are still on her ass, I lift her and walk to the place where I sleep. I can’t call it a bedroom, per se; it’s more like a partitioned area in my tiny New York apartment. But it works for me and Sky. At my bed, I lower her back gently and follow her down. When I feel her legs wrap around my waist, I press my body over hers and moan. Now, if only our clothes would magically disappear, we’d be in business.
But that’s moving too fast. I know it. I kiss her plump lips, but this time, I do it softly. Her full upper lip first, then her pouty lower one. She tastes sweet, and that’s not from the ice cream.
I lean back so I can look into her eyes. This close up, I can see everything. Every freckle, her long eyelashes, and her skin. I touch her face and run my thumb across her incredibly soft cheek. “You’re breathtaking, Alison.”
Lashes flutter quickly and, if it’s possible, her cheeks grow pinker. “So are you.”
