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I’d never had a guy seem to be so into me. It made me almost giddy.
Even Tank appeared to like me—although, I got the impression the golden retriever would like anyone who petted him or threw his ball for him.
It’d been such a nice night that when Ryan stood and declared, “You guys can stay as late as you want, but I gotta get to bed. I have a six-a.m. shift,” I was surprised to glance at my watch to find it was almost eleven o’clock.
Sloane stood, and replied, “We’ll get out of your hair. Thanks for dinner.”
I quickly followed suit and murmured my thanks as well, and the three of us headed toward the foyer. Before opening the front door, Sloane knelt to scratch Tank’s ears and kiss him goodbye.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, buddy.”
When we walked out the door, the dog followed us, and Ryan called after him.
Tank seemed torn about who to follow, so Sloane said, “Go on,” and motioned toward Ryan, who in turn patted his leg. Reluctantly, the golden retriever turned back toward the house, but not without giving his owner one last look with sad puppy-dog eyes.
Sloane groaned, “Aw, Tank, you’re killing me!”
Ryan let the dog inside then closed the door, so it was just the man’s head sticking out.
“Dude, I promise you—he’s fine. We spoil the shit out of him.”
“I know. He just makes it hard.”
“He’s doing that on purpose. I guarantee he’s already asleep in his bed. Go. Do not feel guilty.”
Sloane nodded. “I’ll try. Thanks again. For everything.”
Ryan waved goodbye and closed the door, and we made our way to my car.
I could tell Sloane was still upset when he pulled the Camry onto the main road, so I offered, “I’m sure he’s fine. It’s like when people drop their kid off at daycare and he cries, but the minute they leave, he’s laughing and happy.”
“I just feel like I’m letting him down.”
“You’ve made sure he’s well taken care of. That’s hardly letting him down.”
Sloane reached for my hand and squeezed it.
“Thanks. I needed to hear that.”
“It’s true, so anytime.”
He seemed lost in thought as his fingers lazily traced my bare kneecap. It wasn’t long, however, before they slowly skimmed up my thigh. My nipples pebbled as his touch moved higher.
His voice was husky when he asked, “You know what else I need?”
My legs widened on their own volition, and I whimpered, “Hmm?”
He ran his finger down the seam of my pussy over my panties, and I just knew the satin was damp.
“I need to taste your sweetness.”
Feeling bold, I reached across the console to stroke the denim over his bulge and purred, “What a coincidence. I need to taste your saltiness.”
“Baby girl… this car is too small to pull over and fuck you in.”
“So, drive faster.”
Chapter Twelve