Trust by J. C. Valentine Page A

back, but since her orgasm always seemed to spur his, she also knew that she would have to work fast if she planned to finish before Felix did.
    Picking up her pace, Poppy rode him hard and fast, grinding her pelvis against his , until she felt her clit grow sensitive and her channel begin to clench and release. Throwing her head back, she shouted Felix’s name over and over again. Beneath her, Felix bellowed as he captured his own release. His entire body stiffened and she felt his cock thicken inside of her as he came. 
    Pure bliss, that’s how she would describe this moment if anyone were to ask. Smiling, Poppy continued to slowly move over him, soaking up the last moments of his hardness , until he softened and slipped out of her. They lay there catching their breath for several minutes afterward, her head on his chest, his arms banded around her back, holding her close.
    “I love you,” Poppy whispered, feeling tired all over again.
    “I love you, too, kitten.”
    “We should probably get moving before—” Before Felix could finish his sentence, the alarm went off. “Shit.” With her still on top of him, Felix sat up and grabbed for the clock to shut it off, but it was too late.
    They listened. From deeper in the house, they heard the tremendous thud , and then several more, picking up speed until it caught a rhythm. Badumbadumbadum. A gallop is what Felix once described it, like a horse. And it was headed straight for their bedroom.
    They stared at the door—knowing what was coming next. T hey braced themselves. The door exploded open a moment later, and Bo, their big brown Doberman, charged into the room, his scarred face grinning as he bound toward the bed.
    Holding her tight, Felix acted fast, rolling away. He flipped Poppy onto her back and caged her in with his body to p rotect her against the near one-hundred pound beast. Tucking his head into the crook of her neck, they both started laughing.
    Jumping up on the bed, Bo pounced on Felix’s back. Felix let out an “Ooof!” at the sudden weight. As usual, Bo was wild with energy, his paws everywhere, and his stub tail wagging hard enough to shake his entire body.
    Dipping his head, Bo le d with his wet nose as he burrowed into Felix’s shoulder and began licking the side of his face with his big, slobbery tongue. Felix’s head turned into her neck, trying his best to escape. Poppy grinned like a lunatic, feeling Felix’s smile against her skin.
    “Bo, stop!” he shouted, laughing. He pushed with one arm, trying to get Bo’s big head away from him, but Bo had pinned him right where he wanted him.
    Taking pity on her man, Poppy shouted at Bo to get down, but that only made it worse. As though just realizing she was there, Bo’s head shot up. His big brown eyes shined with excitement as he looked down at her. Panting, his tongue lolling from his maw, Bo’s intentions were clear. She was next.
    With her reach restricted, Poppy raised her hands away from Felix’s back. “No, Bo. Down,” she commanded, but the damn dog just tilted his head to the side. “Down,” she repeated, then screeched as Bo started bathing her face in doggy drool.
    When he was finished giving them both their morning bath, Poppy and Felix rolled out of bed and started getting ready for work. As per usual, they showered together, brushed their teeth together, and ate a nutritious meal together, but what Poppy soon found out was they would not be driving to work together.
    “Seriously? That’s the third time this week.” Poppy couldn’t help herself. Her annoyance with the situation was bleeding into her voice. Even her head had developed a wobble. It was all lost on Felix, though.
    Dropping his dishes off in the sink, Felix walked back to the table and bent down to give a chaste peck to Poppy’s lips. “Sorry, kitten. Work has been crazy lately, you know that.” Slipping his arms into his suit jacket, Felix straightened his tie and flashed her one of his panty-melting