Sassy and the Boss – Love is in the Air Read Online ChaShiree M, M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
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Barefoot, I walk into the kitchen to be greeted by Precious, my Labradoodle. “Hey girl. Did you survive your first night not sleeping in Daddy’s bed?” Her chocolate head cocks to the side as if asking me, ‘what do you think?’. Laughing, I get down on my knees and let her lick me for a few minutes until I am forgiven. Once she walks away, I put her breakfast in a bowl, fill her water, and walk to the refrigerator. “Now I have to feed my other baby,” I say to Precious. My face scrunches, thinking hard about what to fix her. She is a finicky eater. She doesn’t like most breakfast foods, and the ones she likes, she doesn’t like them to touch on her plate. Smiling, I shake my head and take out four plates. Three for my girl and one big one for me.

It amazes me how one week and the heart can change a man’s perspective. For instance, here I am in this condo I have loved for years. Hell, I bought someone out to get it. There was a man living on the top floor and an old lady on the bottom floor. The old lady was selling hers to move in with her son. I wanted hers, but I also wanted the one above hers. The man held out and fought the buy-out for a month, but he relented when I doubled the market value.

I had a construction crew in here the same weekend knocking out the ceiling separating them, building stars, and more rooms. It was the penthouse, but it was so closed in. Now, however, I am standing in the middle of wondering if I should sell it. Nothing is wrong with it, obviously, but it seems more like a bachelor pad now, and the last thing I want her to be feeling is that. True, I have a house, an actual home I would love for her to put her touches in and make it ours, but I also know that if I have an inkling she doesn’t like any of it, I will build her one from her specifications in a heartbeat. “Something smells good.” Her raspy voice moves through me like oatmeal on a cold day.

I smell her behind me before I feel her. Her hand is still poised in the air when I turn and pull her into my arms. I kiss her softly, wanting her morning to be full of soft touches and sugary whispers. Aftercare is going to be the most important part of our relationship. “Good morning, Taui,” I whisper against her lips.

“Good morning. I woke up and you weren’t there.” Her lip is poked out, and I can’t resist biting it and sucking it into my mouth. One of her legs wraps around my waist. My prick thumps against my thigh, wanting back into his new toy, but I know she is sore, and I refuse to hurt her. So, I let her rub herself on me for a few more seconds, soaking in her moans of frustration.

“You're not being a good girl, Taui.” I smack her ass and kiss her once more before moving her away from me so I don’t forget I am supposed to be caring for her.

“It’s your fault. You have turned me into a sex-a-holic,” she says, pouting like a sexy temptress. Chuckling, I shake my head and lick my lips, tasting her sugar still. “Fine. What do you want me to do? Set the ta…oh my goodness. Who are you?” she asks in a sweet innocent voice, and I know she has spotted the first lady of the house. “What is your name?” She’s on the floor being licked to death before I can warn her that attention makes her amorous.

“Precious, that’s enough,” I tell my dog in my no-nonsense voice. She stops immediately and sits on her butt, waiting to be petted.

“Oh my goodness, she is a doll. You have her trained so well, but something tells me she is spoiled, huh?” I shrug my shoulders, trying to play it off, but she stands and looks at me with her hands on her hip. “Let me guess. Her bed is only sheepskin and one hundred percent cotton on the inside. I bet she normally sleeps with you, and I bet her very cute collar is real gold and diamonds. How close am I?” Now it is my turn to look sheepish.

“Pretty damn close,” I admit begrudgingly. She giggles before kissing my cheek.

“Can I help with something?”

“No, baby. Go back to bed. I am taking care of you, right now.” She walks out of the room, and I put her food onto a serving tray. “Three separate plates for my girl.” I set down on the tray with her plate of bacon, a plate of eggs, and a plate of pancakes.


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