It’s far away too, and I can get work done at Glenn’s place…I mean, Mr. Barrett’s place.
This is work-related only. Like he said. And he’s right; what would I do if I weren’t working?
I hate the thought of it.
So, I follow him down the highway that connects the work site to Wolverston and then turn right on a lane almost invisible to the naked eye.
My car bumps down a gravel road, and in the distance, through the water streaming down the windshield, is a cute little doublewide sitting between two large trees and a row of flowers. The siding is dark blue with a bright yellow door and white-framed windows. A wooden porch wraps around the entire thing, and when I squint, I can make out a few chairs out front.
Fuck if this isn’t the nicest place I’ve seen in a while.
It’s homey, colorful. Exactly what I’d want if I had a place that was truly my own. I can’t wait to see inside.
I turn the car off and grab my briefcase, stepping out onto the gravel. Glenn is already on the porch, dumping somethingfrom a container into bowls near the chairs. I wonder what he’s feeding as I skirt around a muddy puddle.
“Sorry about that,” he calls over, pulling his shirt up and over his head. “It’s a little muddy.”
My eyes slip to his chest, to the large pecs and muscular abdomen, and my foot lands the wrong way. My body slides to the right, my leg twisting oddly to the left. And before I know it, my ass is in the mud.
My mouth opens and closes, trying to regain my breath and my ego. Sadly, neither is anywhere to be found.
But before I can disappear into the muck, I’m pulled up by strong arms, laughter in the air.
“Shit, you scared me,” Glenn says, water running down his face from the rain. “Let’s get you inside and changed. You can use my shower.”
“This is mortifying.”
“Nah, it’s fine. You look cute all dirty.”
That brings back thoughts of the Heat Hunt, to the way he took me in the mud, smeared it around my skin as he fucked into me.
The way it was absolutely primal.
My cock is instantly hard as we stop at the door and toe off our shoes. I wonder if I should take off my pants too, but then again, that would give him a front-row seat to the hard dick standing at attention between my legs.
“Please don’t compliment me. I’m still your boss.”
He arches an eyebrow at me, and I turn my gaze away.
“Should I take these off here?” I finally ask, wanting it to be his decision.
“If you want.”
“Could you tell me what to do?” I say, worrying my bottom lip.
He shrugs. “All right, Boss. Take them off. Less mess that way.”
I let out a long breath and hold out my briefcase for Glenn. He takes it as I shuck my pants off, leaving me only in a pair of tiny boxer briefs.
His eyes take them in, his pupils dilating when he catches the bulge in the front. The way he watches me makes my slick thicken.
Fuck, I better not go into heat here. I fucking better not.
“All right, in we go.”
He opens the front door, and as he does, I see several fur balls move toward the food he placed in bowls earlier.
“You have cats?”
