Page 5 of Perfect Bragg

She whirls around – presumably to grab some cleaning supplies – and I enjoy the show as her ass cheeks jiggle with the movement. I can’t wait to watch those glorious globes as I pound into her from behind. I should send the inventor of leggings a thank you card.

My cock – momentarily distracted by a peeing dog – perks right back up again. I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind if Harmony continues to push me away.

A towel lands on my face. “Pick up your mess.”

“Hey! This is Pup Tart’s mess.”

“You’re the one who excited her.”

I smirk. “I can’t help it my natural charm causes women to get excited.”

“Women?” She snorts. “Pup Tart’s a dog.”

I hug the furry animal to my chest. “She’s still a woman, aren’t you?” Pup Tart barks before licking my jaw. “She obviously agrees.”

I catch the bottle of all-purpose cleaner Harmony lobs my way. “More cleaning of the floors. Less flirting.”

I bat my eyelashes at her. “Are you saying I’m a flirt?”

“You’re something all right,” she mutters under her breath. “Why aren’t you at movie night?” she asks in a louder voice.

Since the town of Winter Falls is too small to have a movie theater, the library hosts a movie night once a month. Harmony hardly ever attends. I doubt the woman would go into town at all if it weren’t for her friends pressuring her. The word introvert was invented for her.

I clutch my chest. “And miss spending the evening with you?”

“Who said we’re spending the evening together?”

“I guess you don’t want to know what’s in the bag I brought.”

She points to the bag on the floor behind me. “The mystery is solved.”

I look down to find Pup Tart and Little Bow Wow rooting around in my backpack. They’ve managed to break open the bag of treats I brought them and spilled them all over the floor. I squirt the cleaner at them, and they scamper away.

“It’s a good thing my cleaner is all natural or I’d have to kill you and bury you in my backyard for harming my babies.”

I flex my bicep. “As if there’s any way you can drag my body all alone into the backyard to bury.”

“Who said I’d be all alone? I could ask my friends to help bury a body and they’d bring the shovels and tequila.”

I shiver. “Your friends are scary.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

I grin at her mock outrage. She’s so darn cute with her nose scrunched up and her eyes narrowed at me. I want to kiss those pretty pink lips and test how soft they are before I dive into her mouth to explore how she tastes.

She taps her foot. “Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning up instead of smiling at me like a dork?”

“I can do two things at once,” I say as I squirt cleaner all over the floor before mopping up Pup Tart’s mess.

I stand. “There. All done. And now it smells all lemony fresh in here.”

“This has been fun. Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.”

I gasp. “The door hit my ass? What did my ass do to deserve such treatment? Besides being hard and firm.”

Her eyes flare and her gaze dips down my body. I’m tempted to whirl around and shake my booty for her but she’d use the opportunity to kick me out of her house. Not happening.

I snare the bag from the floor and wave it at her. “Aren’t you curious to find out what I brought?”

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