Talking Dog II: Never Send a Dog To Do a Woman's Job

by Shelley Munro

  Control, already on a tight leash, strained for freedom. He bit down on her distended nipple, and she writhed against his mouth. Alex backed her against the cubicle wall and lifted her, opening her core for his possession. Her cleft shone with dew, and just like that Alex’s control snapped. He thrust inside, impaling her, driving upward and slamming into her with powerful strokes. Bent on ending the agonizing pain, the unrelenting pressure in his cock, his thrusts were fast. Frenzied. Stabbing into her wet, slick cunt.

  Lily tensed then shuddered, squeezing, clamping his shaft until the line between pain and pleasure blurred. His seed shot from him in an intense, scalding wave.

  At the back of his mind, Alex worried about how good Lily felt with her curves plastered against him. Her chest rose and fell, and the musky scent of sex filled the air. But most disturbing was the flash of thought. That they could have a future. Together. For a nanosecond, he lost sight of his dream, and that perturbed him more than anything.

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  “I can’t go out tonight.” Lily couldn’t help staring at Alex as he exited the bathroom. A hint of spicy citrus followed him, and she breathed deeply before allowing her gaze to wander his muscular body at will. In the tight, black dress trousers and white shirt, he’d attract a lot of attention tonight.

  Lily wasn’t sure she was ready to cope with that. And there was no way on Earth she’d leave the room looking like this.

  “Why not?”

  Lily huffed out an impatient breath, and gave the dress a sharp downward tug. Couldn’t he see? “This. It’s tight.” Her hands gestured at the clingy red fabric that stuck to her body like super glue.

  Alex prowled toward her, his eyes flickering the length of her body. A lazy smile bloomed as his gaze made the return journey. And suddenly frissons of carnal excitement inflamed her body, her mind. Danger, Will Robinson! Danger. Her greedy body jumped in anticipation on seeing the hot promise in his golden eyes.

  He captured her hands before she knew what he was about and stepped back. “Let me look at you.”

  “Please don’t,” Lily muttered. “I can’t go out like this.”

  “No,” Alex agreed.

  Hurt engulfed Lily at his pronouncement. Hadn’t he heard about white lies?

  “You need to take off your underwear.”

  Lily gaped. He what? “I don’t think—”

  “You asked me.” Alex dropped her hands and stepped close. He turned her around and seconds later, her zipper whined its way down. Alex unclipped her bra and slid her dress and bra straps down her arms. He tossed the bra aside, slid her arms into the dress again and zipped her up.

  Lily opened her mouth then shut it when she saw the devilish dare in his face.

  “Better,” he said. “But room for improvement.”

  Lily thrust back her shoulders with a bravado she didn’t feel. The bodice of her dress clung to her breasts, the silky fabric soothing yet oddly arousing.

  Alex bent and tugged the mid-thigh length hem up to expose her matching lace and silk panties. His gaze rose to meet hers. Lily saw the sexy glint in his eyes and couldn’t help smiling in response. Then his gaze darkened.

  “Oh, no!” Lily protested, half in laughter, half panic. She batted at his questing hands.

  “These need to go,” he said. “The dress will sit better.”

  “What are you? A fashion expert?”

  “Yes,” he answered.

  Warm fingers grasped the elastic band that snuggled against her hips and tugged.

  “No. No, I don’t think—”

  “Yes, Lily. Aside from looking better, knowing what you’re wearing underneath is a turn-on. For me.”

  “It’s what I’m not wearing that you’ll be thinking about,” Lily replied wryly.

  Alex kept tugging and pulled the black panties down her legs. Taking a deep breath, Lily stepped out of them.

  “Ready?” Alex murmured, offering his arm.

  Lily took an experimental step, wobbling slightly in the unfamiliar black high-heels. “What if I fall over? I don’t want to give everyone a peep show.” Heck, she didn’t have to pretend her fear. She lived it everyday, bumping into desks, tripping over mats. It was embarrassing. Clumsy-clot Morgan strikes again.

  “Lily.” Alex kissed her on the forehead then stepped back. “You won’t fall or trip. I have every confidence in you.”

  Alex’s faith flitted through her mind several times during the buffet dinner that preceded the dance. At least she’d managed to stay spill-free during dinner. Her flashy red dress remained pristine clean and so far—she’d remembered to keep her knees firmly together. At the thought, her pussy clenched. Alex was right. The cool air blowing on her bare legs and her nether regions whenever she stood was a definite turn-on. She was so ready for his possession, she had difficulty concentrating on her meal. Finally, she pushed her plate away half-eaten.

  “Oh, Alex!”

  Lily shot a glare across the table at the pretty blonde. The redhead sitting beside him was just as bad. Lily caught Alex’s wince and felt the shift of his legs beneath the table as he edged closer to her. She wanted to cheer out loud.

  “Would you like to dance?” the blonde asked when the live band started up.

  “Thanks, but I promised the first dance to Lily.” Alex stood and held out his hand.

  News to her. Bemused, Lily accepted his hand and stood. “You don’t have to dance with me,” she whispered. Please, don’t, she added silently. On the dance floor, she had all the finesse of a hippopotamus on stilts.

  “I want to dance with you.”

  “On your head,” she muttered with a wry smile. “Or most likely feet. You do know how to dance?” she whispered.

  “Of course. It was in the—”

  “Earth manual,” she finished for him. “I’m going to have to see this Earth manual.”

  They walked out onto the dance floor to join the other couples. Thank goodness, it was a slow song. She didn’t need to coordinate her feet in a hurry. She had time to think. A vision of her spread-eagle on the ground, her red dress up around her hips sent a shudder winging through her body.

  “Stop thinking so hard,” Alex murmured. “I won’t let you fall.” He drew her into his arms, pulling her flush with his body. His cock pressed into her belly.

  “I’m not going to be the one with the problem,” she said, winking at him. As she spoke, the lights lowered, giving a more private ambience to the large hall.

  Lily rested her head on his shoulder and let the music flow through her body. They barely moved from their spot on the dance floor. The music finished and the band slid smoothly into the next number. Lily and Alex stayed entwined, swaying and rubbing their bodies together. For the first time in her life, she was having fun on the dance floor.

  “This isn’t a good idea,” she whispered, leaning up to reach his ear.

  “What’s not to like? I have you in my arms—your nipples are stabbing into my chest giving me all sorts of ideas. And that’s just for starters,” he murmured, his tone wicked and teasing.

  Lily didn’t have to look at his face to know he had a wide grin.

  “I have an idea. Why don’t we go outside and explore the gardens?”

  Lily’s heart pounded at the idea. He wasn’t suggesting a walk in the garden at all. When one golden eye closed in a wink, she knew it for sure.

  “I’ll meet you outside in a few minutes,” Lily said. She felt as though she’d leapt off a huge cliff into the unknown, even though being with Alex made her happy. Whole. And feel like a woman.

  “Don’t be long,” he murmured, and he let his hand trail down her back to cup one buttock lightly before stepping away. “I’ll be waiting.”

  A smile played on her lips as she walked from the ballroom and down a brightly lit passageway to the restrooms. Lily pushed through the door and stepped inside. Several feminine voices floated out from the separate but adjacent powder room.

  “What does he see in her?”
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  “I know! She’s fat. He’s a babe. He could have any woman he wanted.”

  “She must have some sort of hold over him.”

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know—maybe blackmail. Maybe he works for her parents and like he has to be nice to her.”

  Lily’s hands clenched at her sides. They were only saying what she’d thought. But hearing the thoughts out loud made them real. And they hurt so much. Then, she thought about the way Alex had shifted toward her when the women came on to him.

  “But did you see the way they were dancing?”

  “I know! Like she was all over him.”

  They didn’t have that quite right. Alex had held her close without coercion. They were wrong. She knew it and that was all that mattered. With blazing cheeks, Lily stalked past the gossiping women. Her high-heels beat an indignant tattoo on the tiled floor as she pushed open the door of the stall and locked herself inside. She heard loud whispers then a series of footsteps as the two young women beat a hasty retreat. It took longer for the temper to fade from her cheeks, and her color still ran high when she walked proudly down the passageway and outside into the cool night air.

  “What took you so long, moon heart? I’ve been waiting.” Alex took her hand and drew her into a small walled garden to the left of where he’d waited. The scent of roses drifted from four ceramic containers and the stronger, more pungent aroma of rosemary came from a nearby hedge. A row of small colored lights edged the footpaths, lighting them enough for safe navigation by evening strollers.

  “I walked in on the two girls that we sat next to at dinner. They were gossiping. About me. And you.” Anger built inside Lily again. She should have said something instead of letting them burble on. She should have let loose with a cutting remark. Lily sighed, unhappy and angry with herself more than anything. It was always so much easier thinking up clever, witty, sarcastic remarks after the event.

  Lily’s anger bled through even though she aimed for calm. Casual.

  Alex grasped her shoulders and backed her into a darker corner where the light from the fairy bulbs didn’t penetrate the shadows.

  “I’ve told you before. And this is the last time I intend repeating it. You are not fat. I find you beautiful.”

  With each crisp, snapped word, Alex shook her. Lily stared, unable to tear her eyes away from his stern, almost savage expression.

  “Do you understand?” Another shake. “Do you?”

  “Yes,” Lily whispered, and she was starting to believe it.

  “Good.” Alex took her lips in a hard, bruising kiss that rocked Lily to her toes. She held tight, riding the roller-coaster kiss, both giving and taking. Their tongues swirled together in an intimate dance, tasting. Mating. The heated kiss sent urgent messages to the rest of her body. Her breasts tingled against the silky fabric of her bodice and the tiny nub above her cleft pulsed and dewed.

  Lily ran her hands through Alex’s long blond hair, reveling in the intense kiss that felt like a stamp of possession.

  Alex pulled away slightly and ran his hand down over the silky fabric to reach bare skin at the hem. His fingers skimmed back up tracing bare skin and only pausing when his fingers encountered the tight curls that guarded her pussy. “You’re so wet, so ready for me.”

  Lily swallowed. The man looked like sex on a stick. Women watched him, but he kissed her. How could she not want him?

  His finger slid along her cleft, parting her folds. Probing her intimately. Lily threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut and thrilled to his possession. As his finger danced across her clit, light enough to tease but firmly enough for her to feel a pleasurable jolt, Lily thanked the stars for Earth manuals. Alex pulled back then thrust one finger inside her slick channel. Lily bit her lip, trying to contain the building whimper of pleasure. They were in a public place. Anyone could walk into the walled garden at any moment. But the thought didn’t stop the escalating ecstasy that swirled through her aroused body. It made her hotter. A second finger joined the first, filling her, stretching her pussy, but it wasn’t enough.

  “More,” she whispered. Lordy, she sounded like Oliver demanding more food. She sounded like Killer. “I need you. Inside me.”

  Alex pumped three fingers inside her and skated his thumb over her aching clit.

  Voices sounded on the other side of the brick wall where they stood.

  “Hell, Lily. You make me so hot,” Alex muttered. “I can’t resist.”

  Did he want to? Lily thrust the thought aside to mull over later.

  Alex pulled his fingers free with a soft squelching sound. Lily bit back her instinctive disappointment. Maybe Alex wasn’t as turned on about sex in a public place as she seemed to be. No doubt later the notion would horrify her, but right now, she was ready to touch herself, bring herself to orgasm.

  Her hand cruised down her leg as the thought formed.

  “Turn ‘round,” Alex said in a rough voice. “Put your hands against the brick wall, where I can see them.”

  When Lily was slow to follow the order, Alex placed her hands on the wall where he wanted them.

  Hot waves of lust swept through her belly, a contrast to the hard, cold brick beneath her palms. Lily trembled, her breathing ragged. Rapid. She heard the rasp of his zipper and the rustle of fabric. Then she felt cool air on her buttocks. Lily gasped, her heart double pumping in acute anticipation. Her skin prickled and her clit throbbed without mercy, swollen and ready to explode.

  “Bend over a little, moon heart. Yes, that’s it.” Smoky desire throbbed in his voice, pooling blood in her nether regions and sending her pulse racing. His erection nudged at her buttocks. Mindless longing made her push back against him. She felt him position his cock at the mouth of her pussy then with one seamless thrust, he entered her. Her womb contracted around him. Feeling pleasantly full and thoroughly decadent, she clenched her vagina, gripping his cock tightly with her inner muscles. Alex’s breath emerged with a soft hiss. He withdrew then thrust slowly, filling her sweetly.

  Voices sounded again. Closer. Lily held her breath, waiting, desiring Alex’s next slow thrust with every fiber of her being. He set a lazy pace, as if they had all the time in the world. His fingers cupped her breasts, stroked her nipples, keeping up his slow, easy thrust and retreat. Lily strained against him, savoring the slap of fabric against her bare buttocks. Her clitoris pulsed and burned as she balanced on a precipice.

  The voices moved closer, Alex increased his pace. Lily could hear the crunch of gravel beneath shoes, the soft chatter. She was so close to coming. So close.

  “Oh, Goddess,” Alex breathed close to her ear. His hips jerked, the pace quickening. Lily bit back a groan as fireworks burst behind closed eyelids. Alex thrust once more and she roared into orgasm, the pulsing of her clit going on for endless minutes. The footsteps sounded almost directly behind them. Alex pulled from her pussy and tugged her dress down in one quick move. Alex zipped himself up then he yanked her into his arms and kissed her as if he’d never let her go.

  “Oops! This corner is taken,” a masculine voice said. “Sorry.” Footsteps retreated and faded.

  Alex kissed her until they were both breathless and panting. He pulled away and brushed her loose hair back from her face. A soft grin played on his lips as he tugged a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and handed it to her to clean up.

  “How about if we head back to our room?”

  Lily’s heart raced, and she couldn’t help smiling in return. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

  Chapter Twelve

  They ended up staying two more nights, exploring the area and each other. Time well invested, Alex thought. He watched Lily and Killer through a huge plate glass window while he waited in the office for Janet. A smile curved his lips as his eyes lingered on Lily. Neither of them had slept much the previous night. And just looking at her curvy form now made his cock jump. He had to face the truth. He’d bonded with Lily. The thought of touching another woman left him
cold.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting, Alex.” Janet touched his arm in a familiar manner that raised a frown. Women kept doing that. Looking at him as though he were a piece of…that Earth stuff. Yeah, chocolate.

  “You’ve got my contact details, Alex? My business card?” Janet smiled and her eyes twinkled with a flirtatious glint.

  Her personal attention gave Alex the flying wonkies. He reached for the cream business card, taking care not to make contact in any way. Chocolate was highly overrated. Alex would take Lily any day.

  “Thank you. Lily and I will be in contact,” he said. Janet’s smile didn’t falter. Puzzled, Alex lifted his hand in farewell. He cast a furtive look at his reflection in a small mirror as he headed for the door. His appearance didn’t seem any different from the refection he’d seen this morning when he’d dragged a comb through his hair. Dark hair. A scar and pitted skin. Big nose. Blue eyes. Nope, he bore no resemblance to the prince.

  “Hey, guys. Ready to go?” he asked. After the days exploring the lower North Island, he was eager to see the capital city and head for the South Island.

  “Hey, Alex!” Killer barked. “I say goodbye to Maxwell. One final bum sniff.” She trotted over to a sleek Border collie on the other side of the car park.

  “I know more about Killer’s love life than I wanted to hear,” Lily said dryly. “The wee dog is smitten.”

  “If she stops talking about food for five minutes then her love life is a good thing.”

  Lily smiled, although Alex thought it was a trifle forced. She’d acted preoccupied ever since breakfast. She hadn’t eaten much either. A shudder worked its way down his body without warning. Like an omen. Alex surreptitiously crossed his fingers behind his back to negate the hovering bad luck. Yet still, the back of his neck prickled. He turned, trying to keep his manner casual, and surveyed the parking area. Nothing struck him as out of place.

  “We’re booked on the mid-day ferry crossing,” Lily said, “so that gives us time to do a little more sightseeing around the city first. Do you have a list of places you want to visit?”