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Shaking my head and trying to smother my laughter, I roll us so she comes up and straddles me in nothing more than sexy boots and tit jewelry.

I’ve dreamt of her, too.

It’s time to collect.

8

*NOT* JACK

YOU ACTIN' KINDA SHADY

Cracking my eyelids open, I glance around the dark room and work to catalogue my surroundings.

Despite knowing it’s still hours before sunrise, I’m not tired. I’ve had a powernap, and now I’m invigorated. I’m full of energy and spark.

Waking up to Jack’s strong arm pinning me to his bed and his soft breath bathing my hair has me feeling all kinds of relaxed.

Stroking the sinfully soft, six-billion thread count sheets that are probably the single reason why he‘used to be’rich, I smile into the dark, and my smile goes unseen by anyoneexceptwhatever third heart that beats in this room and watches me doze.

The rhythmic, deep breathing that’s too deep to belong to a chihuahuashouldfreak me out, but I’m feeling kind of invincible right now.

It didn’t attack while I was pulling Jack’s hair, it didn’t attack while I was sleeping half on him, nor did it attack while riding him to a throat-aching orgasm, so I get the feeling I’m safe enough for now.

Taking one last peek at Jack’s square jaw, lightly covered in stubble, and his not-short-but-not-long hair, a light brown that may just turn blonde in the summer, I turn under his arm and lightly pat the mattress.

Instantly, the excited waddling begins, the loud panting, the dangerousswish-swishof a lethal tail flying through the air. I can’t see it, but within a second, I’m startled by a cold, wet nose pressing against my hand.

“Hey there, puppy. You won’t kill me, will you?”

More excited snuffling and fast swishing ensues.

Jack lets out an impatient breath, turns over, and grumbles in his sleep. I smile; Jack’s tired and grumpy.

Pushing the covers away, I drop my legs over the side of the giant plush bed, then as silently as I can manage, collect my panties and pull them on.

The dog continues to hover around me, sniffing my feet and licking my hand. Ishouldbe afraid of this horse-sized dog. Its head sits just under my boobs, and that’s just… wow. That’s not what I’m used to. But it seems so friendly.

If it wanted to eat me, it would have already.

Finding Jack’s shirt at the end of the bed, I pull it on, smile at the smell ofhimunder the scent of club, then I blindly wander toward the door.

“Come on, puppy. Come with– Ah!” Hissing, I stop and bounce on one foot as pain radiates through my little toe on the other one.

“Ow, ow, ow. Mother bitch!” Biting my lip, I breathe through the pain, then jump when the dog’s solid presence at my side scares the crap out of me.

Hopping, hobbling, and silently crying, I take wary steps –hopefully– toward the door. It’s so dark in here, I’m afraid I might never see the light again.

Three steps forward, the dog’s head steers me a little to the left. Another three steps, another gentle nudge. Reaching the door, I step out into the fractionally lighter hallway with a goofy smile and my toe forgotten in the face of this GPS dog.

“You’re clever, huh?” I scratch its ears and snicker at the cat-like purr coming from its throat. “You’re so smart.” Holding onto his collar, I lead – or possiblyfollow– it downstairs and into a large moonlit living room.

As soon as we stop by the large bay windows, I swallow nervously at my first sight of the giant dog, but then its tongue lolls out to the side like a goofball and my nerves are put to rest.

“You’re clever, aren’t you? And just a little bit silly.” Taking his collar and pulling the jingling tags around, I lean close and angle toward the moonlight to read the inscription.

ANNIE.

“Annie?” Our eyes meet. “You’re a girl… Are you a good girl, Annie?” She vibrates with pleasure at my saying her name. Pressing her head against my belly, she gives me doggie hugs and pushes me back a step with her strength. “Yeah, you’re a good girl. You’re definitely a good girl.” Scratching her ears and scanning the large living room, I study only what I can see from my position by the living room window.

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