Three dark-haired, blue-eyed men sprinted out after the dogs as the elevator dinged. The nosy neighbor stepped off.
“My word,” she said, looking down her nose as the corgi stopped right in front of her and dropped a bright-green dildo at her feet. Beowulf slammed into him, and the dogs careened against her sensible shoes.
“Uhh,” Mark said.
“Hi, Mrs. Patel!” Carter said cheerfully.
“What,” she said, “is that?” She pointed to the dildo.
“She looks a little woozy,” Grant said in concern. “Do you need us to help you to your couch, Mrs. Patel?”
Mrs. Patel recoiled. “Why do you have that here? This is a nice building. I’m going to report you. I don’t know what you all are doing in that apartment, but I will put a stop to it!”
Grant saluted her, and Mark scooped up the dogs. The three men and Mrs. Patel looked at each other in a game of chicken regarding who was going to pick up that dildo.
“I mean, you did pay for it, Mark,” I huffed as I marched over and pick it up. It was covered in dog drool.
The corgi wagged his tail excitedly as Mark shooed us all into his condo and slammed the door.
Carter flopped onto Mark’s couch. “That was exciting.”
“Get out,” Mark said. He picked up the corgi and handed it to Grant.
“He’s got company,” Grant said, winking dramatically to Carter.
“There’s no hanky-panky planned,” I insisted. “I’m going to cook for him and decorate his condo.”
“Finally!” Carter said, petting the corgi’s head. “Mark’s condo is the saddest, most depressing place I’ve ever been. Save us some food, Mark!”
“You have your own homes,” Mark snapped at his family members.
I giggled. “I mean, I can cook for everyone.”
“Absolutely not,” Mark said, pushing them out the door while I searched for a place to put the dildo.
“I don’t think anyone should use that. I would toss it, but geez, five hundred dollars.”
“Did you really come to decorate?” Mark asked me with a grin.
“I feel bad that yesterday was so horrible. And,” I joked, “if you don’t mind the smell of scorched tires, I can even give you a super-special brunch item, if you’re hungry.”
“I am actually.” He wrapped his hands around my hips and made his move.
“We’re talking about a different type of hunger based on how you’re looking at me, aren’t we?” I said, looking his way.
“I figure I better take care of you since, uhm... Beowulf made your present there into a toy. Would be a bit unsanitary to use it to take care of yourself.”
“So you’re going to take care of it for me?”
“Well, I want to make sure you’re taken good care of.”
“I guess I can’t protest.”
He hoisted me up onto the kitchen counter and grabbed my panties to pull them down my legs.
He was immediately in lust for me, and I loved it. He leaned in again to place a kiss right on my lips before scooping me up off the counter and carrying me away.
“What? Where are we going?”
