Page 205 of The Billionaires

“Noodle Schwartz,” Lilly says.

Wow. It’s like these owners are trying to make their dogs sound horrible. At least things are cooling down for my cock—especially when I also imagine Hitler drinking a Slurpee.

“This last dog has a special place in my heart,” Lilly says. “As does his owner.”

Everyone around us oohs-and-aahs.

“Colossus Roxford,” Lilly says. “Come here, sweeties.”

As Colossus and I walk onto the stage, there’s deafening clapping and cheering.

Lilly starts with the edible award first, and then as Colossus eats it, she gives me a kiss in front of everyone.

Damn it. No thoughts of noodles or even a Slurpee can tame the beastly erection that results.

When Lilly notices it, she chuckles and whispers, “Exit through the side of the stage. I’ll walk with you and block that with my body. Or as much of it as I can, with Titan being so huge and me so tiny, of course.”

We do as she says, and as soon as we’re out of people’s sight, I steal another kiss, even if it’s counterproductive to my current situation.

Someone clears his throat.

Looking over my shoulder, Lilly chuckles again. “Johnny, can you take Colossus for a walk, please?”

Taking the leash out of my hands, she hands it to my assistant.

When we’re alone, she pulls me into a dressing room and locks the door.

All right. I strip off our clothes and make frantic love to her—with my hand muffling her passionate screams in case anyone is on the other side of the paper-thin walls.

Afterward, Lilly fixes her hair and picks up her bra. “Who knew the graduation ceremony would be such a potent aphrodisiac?”

“Your mere presence does it for me,” I say. “And congrats, again.”

I grab my phone and let my assistant know he can come back with Colossus—and that he should bring codename “Big Surprise” with him at the same time.

By the time we’re dressed, there’s a knock on the door.

“I got you something,” I tell Lilly. “Something, or rather someone, that I think you will like.”

Lilly’s eyebrows—which I’ve secretly named Borat and Super Mario—become animated, like they’re just begging for me to kiss them again.

But I won’t, as that could lead to another sex session, and we have company.

Speaking of… “Come in,” I say.

They do, and Lilly gapes at codename “Big Surprise.” On a gasp, she asks, “Is that another Chihuahua?”

“Correct.” I grin. “I got her from a shelter earlier today. While you thought Colossus and I were having that long walk. And in case you’re worried, the two of them loved each other at first sight.”

I gesture a dismissal at my assistant, and as he leaves, Lilly envelops the tiny puppy in a hug. “Did you name her?”

I shake my head. “Figured you’d like to do the honors.”

She scratches the puppy under her furry chin. “What do you think of Gargantua?”

I look the puppy over again. She has the light-brown smooth coat made famous by Paris Hilton’s companion and Taco Bell commercials. “That name seems derivative of Colossus, but more importantly, Gargantua was the name of a male giant.”

Lilly sticks her tongue out at me. “Spencer is a boy’s name, but if I have a baby girl, that’s what I’ll call her.”

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