So hot when you do good deeds, he said while he nipped at my earlobe.
I want to do good deeds to you all night long, I’d replied.
I crawl into his lap, straddling him, ignoring Jitter making a disgusted grunt and the sound of my coffee tumbler bouncing on the snowy ground.
He fists my hair and kisses me deeper.
Whycan’t this be simple?
Because men aren’t good for the women of your family,I remind myself.
It’s okay,I add.This is just for the sex.
As if I can actually believe that now.
Despite our differences, Grey feels like a friend. Andthatis something I’veneverfelt in the same way for any of my other flings.
“Why—so good?” he says while he pulls me closer and rocks, rubbing my clit against the thick erection hiding in his pants.
“Bad—always—good.”
He growls.
Growls.
And it’s so fucking hot to have a man growling over me that I almost come on the spot.
He growls again, lower and thicker, but at the same time, he freezes. “Jitter?”
“No jitters,” I gasp, rocking against him.
He shifts me to the side and lunges for something. “No,Jitter.”
Jitter.
My dog.
I forgot my dog’s name, but Grey’s scrambling to untangle himself from me while holding my dog’s collar.
AndJitteris growling.
At—oh fuck.
He’s growlingat a porcupine.
“Oh no no no,” I whisper.
“Do. Not. Move,” Grey breathes. “Jitter. Down.Now.”
Jitter whine-growls.
“Jitter, getdown,” I hiss.
Quietly.
And gently.
So as not to terrify the two-foot-long rodent currently staring at us with dark, scared eyes and its quills on edge sitting on a rocky ledge just beyond the gazebo.
