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The poodle growled, and Boone growled back. Alfie dropped the dishtowel, and Boone handed it to Hedra.
“Thanks,” she said before disappearing into the laundry room.
Boone walked into the kitchen and handed Alfie to Nan before kissing her cheek. “How was your breakfast with Jerry?”
“Good,” she said. “How was your day?”
“Fine,” he said. “Do you want green beans or cauliflower with your steak tonight?”
“Neither,” she said.
“You have to choose one or the other,” he said.
“I had a salad at lunch,” Nan said.
“False,” Hedra said as she joined them in the kitchen.
Nan growled at her, and Hedra grinned. “I’m not going to lie for you, Althea.”
“Green beans,” Nan said. “Bring them to me at the table, and I’ll snap the ends for you.”
“I can do that.” Boone kissed her cheek again and resisted the urge to kiss Hedra when she brushed past him. “How was your day, Hedra?”
“Good.” She grabbed a fresh dishtowel and pulled a casserole dish from the dishwasher, drying it and putting it away.
“Anything I should know about?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
“I got Wordle in two tries today,” she said with a sarcastic grin.
He growled, and she stuck her tongue out before grabbing the last dish and putting it away. “I’m heading to my room. Enjoy your meal.”
“Have dinner with us,” Boone said.
“You cooking me dinner wasn’t part of the job description,” Hedra said.
“I know,” Boone said. “But there’s plenty, and Nan and I would like it if you joined us. Right, Nan?”
He gave his nan a look, hoping she might, for once, just please God, this one time, be nice.
Nan turned to Hedra. “I wouldn’t hate it.”
“Well, how can I resist that invitation,” Hedra laughed.
“Great!” Boone’s tiger trilled happily, and Nan gave him a raised eyebrow look that he ignored.
“What can I do to help?” Hedra asked as Alfie jumped from Nan’s lap and trotted out of the kitchen.
Boone placed the green beans in front of Nan. “You could get the salad ready.”
“Salad and green beans?” Nan snorted in disgust. “I am a carnivore, Boone.”
The disdain in her voice made both Boone and Hedra laugh.
“Your human side is an omnivore and needs vegetables, Nan.” Boone pulled the steaks out of the fridge, liking the feel of Hedra’s warm body when she hipchecked him out of the way so she could open the crisper. “Besides, it isn’t like…”
He stared at Alfie when the poodle trotted back into the kitchen. Nan followed his gaze and laughed. “Oh, Alfie.”
Hedra turned around, a bag of shredded carrots in one hand and a bag of chopped lettuce in the other. “Are you freaking kidding me, dog?”
Boone studied the bright purple bra draped across Alfie’s head. The right cup sat on his head like a jaunty hat. He had one shoulder strap in his mouth and he worried it with his teeth, growling softly under his breath.
“That’s my best bra, you little butthead,” Hedra said as she dropped the salad supplies on the counter and stalked toward him.
“Run, Alfie,” Nan said with a laugh.
The dog took off, barking like an idiot when Boone dodged to the right and snagged him by one fuzzy back leg.
“No fair,” Nan said. “You have faster reflexes than Alfie.”
“Alfie, drop it,” Boone said.
Alfie bared his teeth at him, Hedra’s bra still clamped between them.
“Alfie,” Boone said and growled at him again. Alfie stared defiantly at him, and Boone let his fangs drop and bared them at him before growling a third time.
Alfie spit the bra strap out, and Boone plucked the bra off his head, handing it to Hedra.
“Thank you,” she said. Boone studied the bra, trying like hell not to picture how it would look on Hedra before trying even harder not to imagine how it would look as he peeled it away from her gorgeous breasts. He cleared his throat and set Alfie on the floor as Hedra left the kitchen.
“I can smell your lust for the human, Boone,” Nan said.
He didn’t reply, and she sighed loudly. “I’m going to end up with a human great-grandchild. I just know it.”
Hedra returned, and she glared at Alfie. “I’ve shut my door, so don’t even try to get back into my room, Alfie.”
He bared his teeth at her, and Hedra did her imitation of a cheetah growl. Alfie jumped back before crossing the kitchen to his bed in the corner. He climbed in, resting his head on his paws and staring at them as Boone seasoned the steaks.
“You’re still okay with me meeting Wes and the others for drinks tonight?” Boone asked Hedra.
“Of course,” she said.
“I won’t be long,” he said. “I appreciate you hanging out with Nan.”
“Happy to,” she said. “Even if Althea makes me watch that Shifters in Love reality show.”
“I’m going to bed early tonight,” Nan said, “so don’t expect me to amuse you, human.”
“Are you feeling okay?” Boone studied his nan, worry gnawing at his belly.
“I’m fine.” She brushed off his concern. “Jerry and I went for a walk with Michael after breakfast, and my hip is a little sore, and I’m tired, is all. Don’t look at me like that, Boone. I’m eighty-four years old and recovering from hip surgery. Sometimes, I need more rest than usual.”
“I just don’t want you overdoing it,” Boone said.
“I’m not,” she said.
“I can stick around and help you into bed,” Boone said.
Nan frowned. “I’m not going to bed that early, Boone. Besides, the human will help me. Right?”
“I can,” Hedra said.
“What are your plans for tonight?” Boone asked.
“Well, since Althea has declined to spend the evening with me, I’m reading a good book in a hot bath,” Hedra said.
Nan snorted in annoyance. “Great, I’ll never sleep. You hum while you’re in the tub, human, and it’s very loud, and the light keeps me awake.”
“It’s not that bad. I shut the door,” Hedra said.
“It bugs me,” Nan said moodily.
“You can use my tub,” Boone said to Hedra.
Her eyes widened, and a grin crossed her face. “Seriously? You wouldn’t mind?”
“No,” he said. “You can use it whenever you want.”
“That’s awesome,” she said. “Your tub is amazing.”
He could smell how happy and excited Hedra was, and his tiger trilled and purred with delight at pleasing their mate.
Boone sighed inwardly. She’s not our mate.
She is, his tiger said.
“Boone, are you sure you don’t mind?” Hedra said. “Because if you do, it’s not -”
“I don’t mind,” he said quickly.
“Okay, well, thank you very much.” As Hedra prepared the salad, Boone headed to the patio to start the grill.
A sudden image of a wet and naked Hedra soaking in his tub turned his cock to stone, and he adjusted himself roughly. Christ, maybe offering his tub to her had been a mistake.
CHAPTER 13
Hedra would be a very happy woman if she could soak in Boone’s tub every night for the rest of her life. She sunk deeper into the warm water, letting it lap at her ears as she sighed contently. Maybe if she asked nicely, Boone would let her use his tub even once a week.
You could offer him a blow job every week to use his tub.
Inner Hedra had no problem with offering up cock sucking just for a soak in the tub. Honestly, Hedra couldn’t blame her. It was a really great tub.
Like you wouldn’t blow Boone just because.
Wasn’t that the truth. She sighed and stared at the ceiling. Her inappropriate attraction to Boone was growing steadily larger. What had she been thinking the other night? Fucking him in her room while his nan watched TV in the damn living room would have been a huge mistake on both their parts.
She still wanted to fuck him, though.
And suck his dick. Maybe get him to eat your pussy once or twice or a dozen times.
Christ, yes. Just picturing Boone’s head between her legs made her wet. She slipped her hand between her legs and traced her fingers over her suddenly aching clit. Masturbating in Boone’s tub was all sorts of wrong, but she would clean the tub after her bath.
But if she was going to do this, she needed to do it quickly. She’d already been in here nearly two hours, and Boone would be home soon.
Not that coming quickly would be an issue. She hadn’t masturbated once since Boone had told her he could hear her, and it was starting to be a real problem. She’d always had a high sex drive, and if she wasn’t in a relationship, nightly masturbation wasn’t unusual for her, even when she wasn’t lusting after her incredibly hot boss.
She rubbed her clit in light circles before cupping her breast. She tugged on the barbell in her nipple, moaning at the bolt of pleasure that shot straight from her nipple to her clit.
If she closed her eyes, she could pretend it was Boone’s fingers pulling on her piercing, could pretend that the warmth of the bath water was actually the warmth of Boone’s mouth as he sucked on her nipple before tugging on her barbell with his teeth. Playing with her nipple piercings always made her hot, and she tugged the piercing again, letting her breath out in a low moan.
She rubbed harder at her clit, freezing in place when she heard the nails clicking on the bathroom floor. She’d left both the bathroom door and Boone’s bedroom door open in case Althea called for her, and she opened her eyes and sat up, staring at Alfie as he stopped next to the tub and looked up at her.
“What’s up, Alfie?”
He bared his teeth at her, and she rolled her eyes. “If you don’t want to be here, just leave. I didn’t send you an invitation, buddy. Get back in bed with Althea and stop interrupting my personal time.”
He growled again before darting forward and snatching the bath towel she’d placed on a small wooden stool beside the tub.
“Alfie!” she snapped as, growling loudly, Alfie pulled the towel off the stool. “Don’t you fucking dare take that towel, you little shit.”
Alfie dragged the towel across the slick tile toward the door, his stubby tail wagging.
“Shit!” Hedra reached over the side of the tub, her fingers skating across the end of the towel as Alfie ran past. She caught a pinch of the towel between two pruny fingertips, but Alfie growled again and yanked hard. The towel popped free of her fingers, and she watched as Alfie trotted out of the bathroom, the towel clamped between his teeth and dragging behind him.
“I’m going to murder that fucking poodle,” Hedra said. With Boone out of the house, she hadn’t bothered to wear her robe or pajamas for the trip from her room to his bathroom. She’d just wrapped the towel around her naked body and merrily skipped her way to his magical tub. It was a decision she now intensely regretted.
She glanced at the towel rack, muttering a curse when there was only a hand towel. She stood, water dripping down her body, and craned her neck to see into the laundry hamper, hoping like hell to see Boone’s bath towel.
There was nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and she chewed on her bottom lip, weighing her options. She could stay in the tub and wait for Boone to come home and bring her in a towel, or she could make a naked dash for her room.
She hesitated a few seconds longer before pulling the tub plug. It would take her ten seconds to run to her room, and if she waited in the tub for Boone to get home, she would one hundred percent try to fuck him.
And that’s a problem, why?
Because… because… dammit, now was not the time to forget every damn reason why fucking Boone was a bad idea. It just was.
She stepped out of the tub and grabbed the hand towel, holding it up and huffing out a laugh. It wouldn’t even cover her left tit. Stuffing it back on the bar, she dried the bottom of her feet on the mat as the water dripped down her body, and goosebumps broke out across her body.
She rubbed her feet dry a second time, not relishing the idea of slipping and falling on the tile bathroom floor or the hardwood in Boone’s bedroom. Knowing her luck, she’d knock herself out cold, and Boone would find her sprawled out on the floor with her tits and hoo-haw on full display.
“Okay, Hedra, time to move that gorgeous ass of yours,” she muttered and hurried across the bathroom and into the bedroom. She was halfway across the room when Boone walked into the bedroom, studying his phone and absently kicking the door shut behind him.
She froze mid-step, exhaling softly and wondering if she could will herself into acquiring teleportation abilities.
Boone’s head shot up at her soft release of breath, and his eyes widened almost comically large as he scanned her up and down. She thought briefly of trying to cover herself with her hands before abandoning it. What was the point? Boone had already seen the goods.
His gaze returned to hers, and she said, “Hello, Boone.”
“Hello, Hedra.”
There was a beat of silence, and she was simultaneously impressed and disappointed when Boone’s gaze stayed locked in on her face.
“Alfie stole my towel,” she said.
“Right,” he said.
She swallowed hard. “Okay, well, thanks for letting me use your tub. Good night, Boone.”
Gathering her dignity, too aware of the water she dripped onto the floor, she straightened her spine, threw her shoulders back and marched buck naked toward the door.
Boone’s hand slid around her forearm as she passed him, and she stopped when he made a soft, rumbling purr.
“Boone,” she said, her breath catching in her throat when she looked at him.
His hazel eyes were a clear jade, and his look of pure lust turned her pussy slick and ready for him.
“Boone,” she breathed, “I….”
“You don’t honestly think you’re leaving this room without me tasting your pussy, do you, little lamb?” Boone growled.
She moaned when his warm hands cupped her breasts. He made a growl of approval when her back arched. He ran his thumbs over the barbells in both her nipples before glancing up at her. “Very pretty.”
“Th-thank you,” she said.
Still cupping her breasts, he leaned in and nipped at the base of her throat. “Lie on my bed and spread your legs for me.”
“Boone, we -”
He nipped her throat harder, making her gasp. “Show me what’s mine, little lamb.”
Fuck, she was about to drip more than just water on his floor. She moved to his bed, moaning when Boone palmed her ass and squeezed it as she walked past him.
She hesitated at his bedside. Water still dripped from her body, and she said, “Maybe we should put a towel down so I don’t soak your sheets.”
“If I do my job right, you’ll be soaking my sheets anyway. Get in bed, Hedra.”
She arched her eyebrow at him. “Job? Are you expecting payment for this, Mr. Jameson?”
“If by payment, you mean listening to you scream my name and watching your pussy take every inch of my dick, then yes, I’m expecting payment.” He pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. “My bed, Hedra. I won’t ask again.”
Fuck if his bossiness didn’t push every one of her buttons. She climbed into his bed, stretching out on her back and watching as he stripped off the rest of his clothes before joining her. He ran his fingers from between her breasts down her stomach, stopping to tug lightly at her bellybutton ring before resting his fingertips against her patch of pubic hair. “Open, Hedra.”
She let her legs drop open, watching his face as he studied her pussy intently. He was purring loudly, his broad chest rising and falling deeply as he traced his fingers over her labia before touching her clit hood. “I’m surprised you haven’t pierced your clit.”
“It’s next on my list,” she said.
He ran his fingers over her labia again before licking his fingers. “Fuck, that’s delicious.”
“Boone,” she swallowed hard.
“Little lamb.” He purred to her, and Christ, if he didn’t do what he said he would, she would lose her fucking mind.
“Please,” she said.
He grinned and stretched out between her legs, slipping his hands under her ass as he muscled her legs open wider with his broad shoulders. He kissed her pussy before giving her outer lips a long lick that drew a moan of need from her mouth.
“So fucking good,” he growled softly before pushing his tongue into her slit and dragging it upward to her clit.
She palmed the back of his skull, grinding herself against his mouth, releasing her breath in a sob of need. Boone used his fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, studying her throbbing clit before giving it a soft lick.
“Oh fuck, Boone,” she moaned.
“Do you want more?” He gave her clit another lick.
“Yes,” she said.
He purred loudly and teased and tormented her a little longer with slow, drawn out licks that never quite made direct contact with her clit. He slid his middle finger into her, making another soft growl of approval when she squeezed around his finger.
“That’s right, sweet lamb. Fuck my fingers while I eat your pussy.” Boone added another finger and thrust hard as he finally gave her what she needed and attacked her clit with his lips and tongue.
She clutched at his head with one hand and threw her arm over her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure as Boone licked her clit. When he sucked on it, she cried his name and arched off the bed as her orgasm roared through her. She rode the sweet release, panting harshly and squeezing Boone’s fingers as he pressed soft kisses across her pussy.
She sucked in a deep breath, staring up at Boone as he knelt between her legs and stroked his dick. He trilled to her before pressing the head of his cock against her entrance. “Spread your legs. I want what’s mine, little lamb.”
Despite her body still shaking from her orgasm, another current of need washed over her at his possessive tone. She let her legs fall wide, making a soft moan when Boone entered her.
