She shudders. “That would have been so bad if that dessert he ate was chocolate. This week I need to start formal training.”
I’m sorry I brought the dog up. “Hey, it’s okay. It was a chaotic couple of days. And by next year’s Fling he’ll be Mr. Law and Order.”
Winnie smiles. “Hey! What about a dog show at the Fling? For dogs who aren’t pure bred but excuse awesomeness?”
“That could be fun. I’m sure people would love it.” We walk up the path to my house and I open the door. I forget to lock it on a regular basis and today was no exception.
The minute we’re inside Winnie unclips Barrel’s lease. “Did we ever return that other lease to its rightful owner?”
By ‘we’ she means ‘me’ obviously. I like the sound of that. “Yes. I also bought a replacement corn dog for the McGinty girl.”
“Oh, good. Thanks.” Winnie toes off her sneakers by the front door.
I yank off my boots.
There is a momentary pause where we both stare at each other, tension and anticipation thick between us.
Then suddenly we’re crashing into each other.
She jumps into my arms and I grip her underneath her ass, adjusting so that when she wraps her legs around my thighs, her warm inner thighs collide with my very hard cock.
“Oh, Ian,” she breathes, rocking herself against me. “Please take me upstairs. Now.”
I groan. “Hell, yes. It’s an honor and a fucking privilege.” I squeeze her backside, pumping her harder against me, while I rain kisses down on the corners of her mouth.
Winnie giggles. “How are you both so incredibly hot and adorable all at the same time?”
I can’t say I’ve ever wanted to be called adorable but she can call me anything she wants as long as she’s willing to get naked with me.
“Hold on,” I tell her urgently. “I’m carrying you up the stairs.”
Her grip around my waist and neck tightens obediently. Her eyes are glassy with arousal, her voice low and breathless. “This is so hot, Ian.”
“You’re so hot.” I take her up the stairs, mindful of Barrel rushing up the steps next to me. “I can’t wait to touch you everywhere, Winnie.”
I toss her on the bed with a little more force and bounce than I intend, but I’m getting desperate at this point.
Winnie doesn’t mind. She actually moans in pleasure.
I rip my shirt off over my head and unbutton my jeans before climbing on the bed, moving up between her legs.
Then l kiss the inside of her thigh, letting my fingers trail behind my mouth as I trace a path north. Her legs jerks beneath my touch.
“I’m ticklish,” she murmurs. Then, “Barrel, get down!”
The dog is on the bed, paws forward, watching us with interest.
That’s not happening.
I shoo him off the bed and then walk him to the door. “Out.” I point to the hallway. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
Barrel gives me a look of uncertainty.
“You can trust me.”
He lets out a lengthy sigh, then pads into the hallway. I shut the door behind him and lock it.
“He can’t open doors,” Winnie says, sounding amused.
