I glared at her. “Stop that. Being adorable won’t get you your way every single time. Letting it sleep in my room is going too far.”
She’d been pulling back the covers on her side to get into bed but at that she straightened. “It’s fine. I’ll sleep in my own bed tonight so we don’t bother you.”
I didn’t like that. I hadn’t slept alone since we’d started messing around, and I found I didn’t want to. Not at all. One of my favorite developments of late was waking up with her in my arms and making her come before she’d even opened her eyes.
Who knew I cuddled in my sleep? I couldn’t remember ever doing that with Ida, and I’d never stayed to sleep with any of my random hookups. Like a lot of things, it was probably more about Ro than my previous patterns.
Whatever it was, I didn’t want to miss it for even one morning. “Don’t do that. Come back to bed. I can ignore it for one night.”
“Are you sure? We wouldn’t want to bother you. I do kind of miss sleeping in my own bed… ”
“Get your cute little ass in here.”
When she was in bed, I snatched her against me, her back to my front. I spoke into her ear, “You’re not even a little spoon, you know. Not even a tablespoon. You’re a tiny little teaspoon.”
She giggled and I ate it up. “Why are you so obsessed with me?” she asked cheekily.
“Because you’re perfect.”
The next morning I was face deep in her pussy when a few little yaps had her tensing underneath me.
“I need to get her—” Ro started to say.
I covered her mouth and continued sucking on her clit, fingers pumping until she fell apart.
She was very cooperative after that. It didn’t hurt that the puppy had gone back to sleep on its own. She had my tip in her mouth when I stopped her.
“Put a pin in that. I want you to go down on me while I’m at my desk. Like I’m your boss and you’re my naughty secretary. I’m going to pull your hair and tell you what to do, and you’re going to call me Mr. Thorn.”
“Hmm, okay. So you’re into office kink now?”
“First of all, it’s your fault. And second, probably. Third, we are into office kink.”
The puppy was sleeping, and Ro was on her knees between me and my desk, my legs open to let her in close. “Take my dick out,” I told her. My hand was massaging the back of her neck.
She started to do it. “Say yes, Mr. Thorn.”
She shot me a look. It wasn’t quite a smirk, but it was close enough for me to know she was amused. “Yes, Mr. Thorn.” She even used her sex voice.
She took my heavy length out and gripped it in both hands.
I took her hair down, burying both hands in the silky mass, and pushed her down. She had me halfway down her throat when I said, “Wait. Take your tits out. Mayhem and Mischief don’t want to miss this.”
She almost gagged as she laughed and pulled her mouth off my cock at the same time.
But she did it, unbuttoning her shirt and opening her bra to show me her glorious breasts.
“Good morning,” I told them fondly.
“You already said good morning to them. It was right before you ate me out for half an hour. Did you forget?”
“See how she tries to come between us?” I asked her chest, my fingers pinching both nipples. “I could never forget. Now get back to sucking, cupcake.”
She didn’t take offense. She never did when it came to anything sexual. It was possibly my favorite thing about her, and that was saying a lot.
“Yes, Mr. Thorn,” she tried to say around a mouthful of cock.
Or at least I thought that’s what it was. I was reading between the lines there.
She was getting so good at blowjobs that it was almost embarrassing how fast she could make me come. Record breaking stuff, for me.
She twisted her hands around my base as her head bobbed with my hands pushing and pulling her head up and down by the hair. I came and she took it, raining soft little kisses all over my dick before putting it away.
It was magnificent. She was.
We smiled warmly at each other. I motioned with fingers to lips. “Chef’s kiss, cupcake.”
I pulled her up onto my lap and started kissing her passionately.
“I’m going to run some errands,” she told me from the doorway of my office sometime later. “Taking Mac with me.”
She was walking away before I could respond.
I caught up to her easily with my much longer stride. “Where are you going? Why would you take Mac? You don’t think I can be responsible for a tiny Muppet for a few hours?”
“That’s debatable, but I’m taking her because I’m going to a pet supply store to get her all the things she needs.” She paused. “I didn’t figure you’d want to come along.”
“I’m coming along,” I said almost at the same time.
“Witch,” I muttered.
“Clown.”
“I’m driving.”
And so we found ourselves going up and down every aisle in PetSmart.
I held Mac while we walked. Only because Ro was pushing the cart and Mac seemed too tiny to set down in it.
I wasn’t losing the bet, but we still went overboard with pet supplies. I just kept finding dog toys and Ro seemed to think our little beanie baby should wear clothes for some reason. And then there were leashes, collars, treats, food and water dishes. A small crate and pet carrier. We had to go through everything quite thoroughly just to be sure we didn’t miss any essentials.
We were waiting for a machine to let out a personalized tag when Ro said, “I’ve figured out your punishment if you don’t make word count today.”
“Why does it have to be punishments? What do you have against bribes?”
“You get everything you want all the time. There’s nothing to bribe you with.”
I could have argued with that rather obviously, but I let it go. “What’s the punishment?”
“You have to listen to only John Denver music for an entire day.”
“What the fuck kind of a punishment is that?”
“A funny one.”
I didn’t realize she’d sabotaged me until about six p.m. The puppy just kept coming into my office, and I brought some toys in there, even set up a little bed. I sprawled out on the floor and started throwing a mini tennis ball I’d gotten, and she stumbled over her feet getting it back to me.
When I realized I was teaching her to fetch and she was picking it up quite easily, I was delighted.
“Ro! Come here!”
She appeared in my doorway like she’d been waiting to be called.
“Watch this,” I told her and threw the ball.
The itty bitty thing couldn’t even get her mouth around the minuscule tennis ball, but she grabbed a bit of the fuzz on the outside and carried it with valiant effort back to me. “She is clever,” I said unconsciously.
I realized what was happening and glared at Ro. “I see what’s happening. You’re trying to win the bet and sabotage my word count.”
“Not at all. Even I didn’t know you’d be this obsessed with her. Want me to keep her out of here? I’ll be happy too.”
“Oh, you’d love that, hogging her all to yourself.”