Page 69 of Dr. Stone

“You want more of this, gorgeous?” he breathlessly asked.

“Fuck yes,” I growled softly, my eyes meeting his.

With urgency, we both stood. I was in his arms without hesitation, and we were moving into my condo.

“Bedroom is on the right,” I said before claiming his lips again.

In seconds we were inside, stumbling to my bedroom like reckless teenagers, peeling clothes away, fire and need consuming us.

Nothing was stopping us.

At least, that’s what I thought—until Duke’s barking exploded through the condo, and we both instantly regretted the day I so cheerfully welcomed him into our lives.

THIRTY-ONE

Jace

The barking was relentless,but my drive for what I needed—and craved—was stronger. You’d think I’d lose my edge, but all I wanted was the tight, pulsing heat between Andie’s thighs, slick and ready for me.

“Fuck,” I muttered, tugging her lace panties down.

She spread open for me, shameless, as if daring me to take her the way I had in the cabin on the yacht. My mouth watered, my lips tingled, and I ignored the goddamn dog pacing around like a security guard. Her hips bucked up when my fingers pressed inside, grazing her G-spot, and her head fell back with a soft cry that made my blood run hotter.

Watching her unravel was my drug. I’d replayed this image—her moans, the way her body arched for me—every time I got myself off in the shower since that night.

“Damn, I need you,” I ground out, matching the rhythm of my fingers to the climb of her release.

“Yes,” she gasped, breathless, desperate.

The dog barked louder, pacing, like even he knew the raw energy charging the air. I almost laughed at the irony, but fuck if I was breaking focus when Andie’s nails tangled in my hair, dragging me down to her.

I devoured her.

Her taste coated my tongue—sweet, intoxicating, addictive—and I groaned against her slick folds. My tongue slid inside, deliberate, slow, every flick calculated to make her shatter. My lips sealed over her clit, sucking gently before circling with steady pressure that had her gasping my name.

I gripped her thighs hard, holding her down as she bucked against my mouth. My cock was throbbing, dripping, aching to be buried inside her, but I wanted her undone first. This was about her. About proving that every inch of her belonged to me, even if she didn’t realize it yet.

I didn’t want to stop. I Couldn’t.

But the rat-bastard of a dog had other plans.

The next thing I knew, the little monster launched himself onto the bed, barking like a possessed Tasmanian devil.

Andie and I both jerked back, scrambling as the two-pound demon barked like a lunatic.

“Holy shit!” I jerked back, scrambling onto my knees, trying to cover my now very unsexy, very exposed dick while the dog lunged at me like he owned the place.

“Brandon!” Andie shouted, leaping off the bed, clutching her sheer button-down shirt and bolting for her son’s cries.

Meanwhile, I was left to battle Cujo Jr.

Great. Baby screaming, dog howling, my dick hiding in shame. Not exactly how I pictured this going.

First order of business: put boxers back on. No way I was letting the story of “two-pound dog bites billionaire’s dick off” go down in history.

The little fucker darted around like a roadrunner on crack.

“All right,” I muttered, yanking a pillowcase off the pillow. “Hard way it is, asshole.” After a few failed swipes, I finally trapped Duke, the pillowcase wriggling like a bag of popcorn in a microwave.