Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 142801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“People.” She sniffs. “Only good for spare parts.”
“Speaking of parts . . .” I push the dog away as he sticks his nose into my crotch.
“Don’t be flattered,” Eve says. “Bo isn’t very selective.”
The older woman’s shoulders jump and fall with her laughter as she shuffles away, only to stop as though remembering something. “What did he do anyway? To make you change your mind?”
“I found out he was cheating.”
“Huh.” The woman seems disappointed rather than sympathetic. “So no leather or handcuffs and stuff?”
“What?”
“Said you needed an escape.” Nora nods my way.
Eve’s nose delightfully scrunches. “Mitch didn’t tie me up.”
She’s definitely disappointed.
“I just left when I found out he was cheating on me. In my wedding dress.”
“A runaway bride?”
“And now the press are hounding me.”
The woman sniffs her disinterest. “Yesterday’s news is tomorrow’s kitty litter. Just don’t bring ’em here,” she says as she turns away. “Don’t want the newspapers knocking on my door.”
“It’s not like I’d do it intentionally.”
“I mean it.” The old woman swings back, pointing her finger at Eve.
“Okay. I get it. Do you want me to put Bo back in his kennel?” Eve adds hesitantly.
“What’s the point?” Nora shrugs. “He’ll just get himself out again.” And with that, she trudges off.
“So, that was Nora,” Eve observes.
“She’s charming.” The corner of my mouth twitches.
“Not even a little,” she says as her lips curve. “But don’t let her gruff exterior fool you. She’s a good person, and a wonderful advocate for anything four legged.”
“And that’s why you’re here, I suppose.”
“Yeah. This has become a labor of love for me. The kennels aren’t exactly to code.” She gestures to the ramshackle buildings off to the side.
“Which would make this a . . .” A shambles? A dumpsite? Somewhere in need of condemning?
“An animal sanctuary, though Nora gets no funding, no charity status. It’s privately run, financed by luck, goodwill, and donations. She basically does this out of the goodness of her heart.”
“I can see she has a very big heart,” I reply doubtfully.
Eve laughs. “There’s only space in there for the four legged.” Which seems the ideal opportunity for a three-legged sheep to hobble past. “And those born to walk on four legs.”
Nora has a soft spot for animals, and Eve, while a veterinarian, has a soft spot for both animals and people. I wonder which category you fall into, whispers a dark voice in my ear.
“She seemed to have other interests,” I say, sliding my hands into my pockets and sauntering closer. “Like whether Mitchell is into BDSM.”
“Trust you—”
“—to pick up that Nora has a vivid internal life or that Mitchell is a slave to vanillaism?” I stand so close that if the rain were continuing to fall, it wouldn’t pass between us.
She scoffs.
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Her eyes are all pupil as I take her chin between my fingers. “You’d be such a beautiful little slut for me, bound and on your knees.”
“Just try it.” Her whispered words feather across my cheek. “And you’ll end up like Mr. Bojangles here.”
“Slobbering and climbing all over you?” I’m already partially there.
She tries not to smile. Tries and fails. “Minus your testicles.”
“Don’t knock it unless you’ve tried it.” Releasing her, I draw my forefinger down between the open sides of my jacket. “Just imagine, being helpless to my touch and my praise.”
“While you demand I thank you.”
“For my fingers and my tongue. My pretty cock as I feed it to you.”
“You’re the one with the fetish.” Reaching out, she pokes her forefinger into my chest. My flex is deliberate; the way my nipple protrudes is just good luck, considering the way her gaze remains glued to it. “You get off on being thanked.” Her words are puffs of warm air I want to swallow.
“A gratitude kink?” I purr, spiking a brow. “You should subscribe to my OnlyFans.”
“You have OnlyFans?” Her eyes rise with a mixture of shock and interest.
“Where all good girls get to come, and they thank me for it. Do you know why?”
Eve gives her head a tiny shake.
“Because the pleasure is all mine.”
Chapter 14
EVIE
If the pleasure is all his, then why am I vibrating from head to toe as he watches me? Oliver and OnlyFans. That would be an obsession in the making. He wouldn’t even have to get naked, just sit there in his Savile Row suit and his shiny handmade shoes, straightening his cuffs and telling me what to do. I mean, I wouldn’t do it. But I think we’d both get off on the tension.
“Was Saturday an off day for you?” I ask, ignoring the subtle scent of him drifting up from his collar. We’re in the shed now, and I’m still wearing his jacket. I can’t believe I almost let him kiss me again. It was only a deep warning woof from Bo that brought me back to my wits.