The quiet vibrations touch gently against my inner thigh as I bring it higher to the apex of my thighs. With my eyes closed, I imagine his large hands following the same trail, sliding up my legs.
His lips are so full, and his whiskers are so close around his cheeks, I can only imagine what they would feel like touching my most sensitive skin.
Circling my clit with the massager, my lower belly starts to tremble. I exhale a softOh…as I picture my hands spanning his firm chest, moving lower, over the ridges and lines.
I imagine holding him, pulling him closer, rolling himonto his back and throwing a leg across his waist, lining our bodies up so that…OH!
My orgasm breaks like a sneeze, and I clasp my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning too loudly. My legs shake, and I do my best to calm my breathing. I’ve lost track of the sound of the shower, and I realize the bathroom is quiet.
Waiting several seconds until I’m sure he’s no longer across the hall, I slip out of the bed and peek out into the dark hallway.
His door is partially closed, but I can hear his deep voice talking on the phone with what I assume is his daughter. I hesitate a moment, listening to how sweetly he speaks to her. He’s such a good man.
Then I dash across the hall into the bathroom to clean up quickly. I’m only gone a moment. I’m just washing my hands when I hear the sound of nails clicking on wood floors, and a large dog body rushes down the hall.
“What?” I open the door just in time to see Ladybird emerging from my bedroom with Bob clutched between her teeth. “No—Ladybird!” I hiss, running out into the hall in only my sleep shirt to try and catch her.
She’s too fast for me, and before I can stop her, she’s bursting through Owen’s door, hopping onto his bed and wagging her tail, my hot pink vibrator clutched in her jaws.
“Yeah, that’s Ladybird,” Owen laughs, looking at the screen on his phone. “I’d better go and take care of her. Night, Shortcake.”
“No!” Both my hands fly to my burning cheeks as he disconnects the call.
The world shifts into slow motion as he lowers his hand, looking from the dog to me and the dog again. “What is that, LB? Do you have a…vibrator?”
Ignoring the fact I’m only in a thin T-shirt, I zip across his room, snatch the device from Ladybird, then run away again.
His deep laughter follows me to my room, hitting me right in my still-simmering core.
6
OWEN
“Ithink Ladybird needs a bath and a trim before her shoot.” I’m standing in the kitchen holding a bowl of cereal when Gina enters, the hood of her hoodie over her head.
She quickly retrieves her mug and turns her back as she pours a cup of coffee. I swallow the laugh at the base of my throat.
The sight of her cute little ass peeking out from beneath that short T-shirt as she fled from my room last night, vibrator in hand, is burned into my brain. It’s like one of those old peep-show images—just enough. A little curve of flesh, a little bounce, and I want more.
I’m low-key obsessed with this cherry-scented, ginger-haired firecracker who sleeps mere feet away from me every night thinking about God-knows-who while she uses that thing to make herself come.
Hell, the thought of her twisting in her sheets, eyesclosed, lip-biting, legs shaking, had me tugging one out before I went to sleep last night.
Clearing my throat and those lusty thoughts, I continue. “I’d be willing to do it myself if you don’t mind me using your space.”
Her shoulders drop, and she turns to face me, hoodie still on her head. “It would be quicker if I did it. I know where everything is, and I’m the animal coordinator after all.”
“Let me help you. Ladybird always likes to shake as soon as you’ve got her all good and soaped up.”
“Use warm water and distract her with treats.”
“That works?” My voice rises, and she nods, still not meeting my eyes. “And here I thought a wet dog shaking water all over you was one of those universal truths.”
“It can be, but usually it’s stress-related.” She takes a step back, almost like she’s going to run away. “Using a handheld sprayer also helps.”
“Hey…” I set the bowl beside the sink, holding out my hand. “I’m sorry about last night. You ran away so fast, I couldn’t?—”
“No.” She shakes her head, eyes squeezed closed. “Please don’t.”
