“And you brought your dog?” I query, jutting my chin in the beastie's direction. The dog's tongue lolls out to the side, and I swear, it looks like she’s smirking at me.
“Porkchop doesn’t like to be left alone.”
“Your dog’s name is Porkchop?” I bark out a laugh, causing Shiloh to shoot me a glare.
She reaches her hand out, threading her fingers through its long mane. “What? Doesn’t she look like a Porkchop?”
“No,” I grunt, shaking my head emphatically. “It looks like Satan and a bear had a baby.”
“What?” she cries out, bundling the massive dog in her arms like an infant. “Don’t say that. Porky is the sweetest dog in the world. She’d never eat anyone or sentence them to a life of eternal fire and pain.” Turning to her dog, she peppers its massive head with kisses; protruding fangs be damned. “Would you girl? You’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you?” she coos.
The dog shoots a glare in my direction while licking up the side of Shiloh’s face, claiming her owner.Cocky fucker.
At that moment, I reach a level of angry possession, I didn’t know existed. I want to kill a dog for touchingmywoman.
My fists clench so hard, one of my knuckles pops. “Explain, Shiloh. Now!” I growl out my demand, even as my body vibrates with the need to throw her over my shoulder and lock her up in my house. Correction. My bedroom.
“You don’t need to yell!” she yells.
“Then tell me why you’re asleep in the breakroom before I make you! You’re driving me insane, woman.” Spearing my fingers through my hair, I begin to pace the room, fighting every single one of my natural instincts when it comes to her.
“Make me? How are you going tomakeme do anything?” she huffs out a laugh and rolls her eyes, muttering something aboutasshole-prick-demanding-douche-canoe. I stop listening after the last insult leaves her plump lips.
“Don’t test me, Shiloh,” I warn. I’m not exactly sure how I’ll make her do shit, but I’m pretty sure I can come up with something. I’ve never been one for corporal punishment or particularly freaky sex, but when it comes to her, my brain has all sorts of fucked up ideas.
Her eyes widen, and for a second, I think I’ve gone too far. She’s still my employee after all. She has no idea that she’s so much more than that.
But then, a different look fills her sweet face. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as her eyes become hooded. “How will you make me, Logan?” she asks, her voice thick with need. The raspy sound of it goes straight to my cock, but more than that; the sound of my name on her lips does something to me.
I cross the room in record time, unable to stand the distance for another second. Leaning over her, I plant one hand next to her face, the other on the back of the couch, leaving only inches between our faces. Her breathing becomes a rapid pant causing her breath to waft over my face. Every hot exhale turns me on even more until I’m barely hanging on by a thread.
“Say it again,” I growl.
Her brows dip in confusion.
“My name.”
Shiloh tilts her head to the side slightly as her eyes consume every inch of my face. Her lips kick up at the corner as she whispers,“Logan.”
I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. My fingers flex, and my cockburnswith the need to rut into her tight, hot cunt.
“Do you really want to find out?” I murmur, not giving her a chance to respond before continuing. “Do you want me to tell you that I have so many ideas when it comes to you, and this incredible thick body of yours? Do you want me to tell you that I have so many filthy fucking thoughts about how exactly I couldmakeyou do something, Shiloh?”
She says nothing as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“I could use my tongue,” I rasp. She swallows thickly. Her eyes peel open and dart to my mouth. She licks her lips again, and I lean in closer, only an inch of space between us as we share breath. “Would you like that, Babydoll? Or would you prefer my hands?”
My hand leaves the back of the couch, finding her lush body as if second nature. I trail up the side of her blanket-covered arm before grabbing the material and ripping it off her. I toss it aside and return to her, finding skin now instead of cotton. My eyes never leave hers, even though I want nothing more than to enjoy the sight of her curves. My fingers glide over her silky, smooth flesh, in a teasingly slow caress.
“Is that what you want? Me to use my fingers and tongue tomakeyou give me what I want?” This time I pause, my movements and my questions. Shiloh’s head nods, and then her eyes widen as if she hadn’t meant to respond. I smile, completely understanding the loss of control. I have no control where Shiloh is concerned. None. My body doesn’t belong to me any longer. My heart, soul, cock, and brain belong to her now.
My tongue leaves my mouth, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m licking a trail up the side of her neck, her cheek, matching the path the dog took on the opposite side of her face.
Claiming her.
Mine.
I reach her ear, feeling her body tremble beneath me. “Or would you prefer I use mycock?” Shiloh lets out a moan that goes straight to my dick, but it’s just a small taste of what I’ll pull from her body the moment she allows me to. “What a pretty sound, Babydoll. Should I see what other sweet noises you can make?”