Page 115 of Reckless Harmony

“It’s okay, buddy. She’ll be - ouch! Goddammit, Freddie! Stop biting me.”

Stark couldn’t help but laugh as Freddie growled at Rayna before stalking past both of them with his tail flicking rapidly.

“Sorry about the whole pound me with your cock thing,” Rayna said.

“It’s fine.”

“Is it?” she asked with worry in her voice.

He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Yes. Hollis won’t say a word to anyone. I wouldn’t have had her come to your house if she were a gossip. I’ll admit, I didn’t anticipate you asking to have your pretty pussy pounded in front of her, but that’s the risk I take by being so good at fucking.”

She snorted and pinched his butt before her brows creased. “Wait, why did you ask Hollis to come here?”

He held out the bag. “I needed her to buy something for me. I meant to do it myself but ran out of time.”

“What is it?” she asked.

“Open it and find out,” he said.

She took the bag from him, carrying it into the kitchen and setting it on the table before reaching inside. She brought out the laptop in its box, staring blankly at it. “A computer? Why did you need Hollis to buy you a laptop today?”

He grinned at her. “It’s not for me. It’s for you.”

“What?” She stared at him in shock. “What do you mean it’s for me?”

“Your laptop died, remember?” he said.

“I know, but…”

“What?” he asked.

“You’ve already done so much with paying off the vet clinic bill and hiring a freaking private plane tomorrow that -”

“I want to do this,” he said, taking the laptop from her hands and setting it back on the table. He pulled her up against him. “You can’t do your rescue work without a laptop, Rayna.”

“I know, but I can look for a second-hand one when we return from New York.”

“Now you don’t have to,” he said.

“Isaac, I…”

He nuzzled her throat. “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t want to, all right?”

She nodded, and he pressed a kiss against her collarbone. She hugged him tight. “Thank you, Isaac.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” He reached down and squeezed her ass through her t-shirt. “Now, why don’t we go upstairs, and I’ll do something incredibly sexy to you.”

“Why do I suspect your sexy and my sexy means something very different?” She stared down at her crotch. “Oh God, you’re going to wax my muff.”

He laughed and squeezed her ass again. “Yes, baby, I am.”

“That is not sexy,” she said sadly.

“If you’re a good girl for your waxing, I’ll make sure shower time afterward is ridiculously sexy,” he said.

“You have yourself a deal, Mr. Stark.”

Rayna stared at the dozens of pet carriers in the main cabin of the very posh, very expensive looking private plane. A few of the dogs inside the carriers were whining or barking, but a surprising amount of them were lounging contently inside their carrier, gnawing happily on their chew stick.

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