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The smile I gave him in return was easy, and I wrapped my arm around his slim body. “I’m glad you did. We need to get upstairs and unpack your things so we can wash them and put them away.” I had a contract waiting for me to look over, but it could wait.Everythingcould wait for my little pup.

“Okay.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek—right by the corner of my mouth. My heart slammed against my chest bone, and my cock thickened to half-mast. And when my little puppy shyly pressed his sweet mouth to mine, I was a fucking goner.

I quickly took control of the kiss, coaxing his lips apart and gently thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He whimpered, rocking against me, his hips frantically moving and seeking friction. I groaned. He was so goddamn needy. What would he be like when I got him beneath me?

“I need—” He whimpered, his nails biting into my neck. “Please. Please. I need—I want?—”

I’d fucking give himanythingwhen he begged like that.

I unsnapped his jeans and freed his hard cock, squeezing him in my fist. His jaw went slack, and he nodded, whimpering as he leaned forward to kiss me again. I groaned and began working him in my fist. It wasn’t smooth. There was no lube, so it was difficult to slide my fist up and down his shaft, but he didn’tseem to care. He just thrust into my fist with wild abandonment, his mouth slack and needy little whimpers spilling from his lips.

He was soperfect.

“Yes, right there. Please don’t stop. It feels so good.” A broken sob tumbled from his mouth, and I gripped his hair with my free hand, yanking his head back so I had access to his long, slender throat. He shivered when I began sucking at his skin, leaving my mark on his neck for the world to see. “I’m gonna—I’m so close. Please, Rico.Please.”

I nipped at that same mark, and he shattered, his cum soaking my fist as he trembled in my arms. I kissed him softer this time, cuddling him to my chest as he slowly came down from the cloud I’d put him on.

“Better,perrito?” I murmured.

He nodded, resting his head on my shoulder and tucking his face into my neck. “That was so good,” he whispered, his voice already thick with sleep. I imagined it was the first orgasm he’d gotten that was trulyhis. One he wanted and yearned for.

And I was the lucky son of a bitch who got to give it to him.

I chuckled and clutched Anurak a little closer, desperately trying to ignore my own erection throbbing in my pants. My sweet puppy was taken care of and sated. That was all I gave a fuck about. I could take care of myself later.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Anurak

The sticky mess drying in my pants was quickly beginning to rip me out of the cozy headspace I’d fallen into after Rico had gotten me off. I squirmed uncomfortably on Rico’s lap before leaning back, my face screwing up in distaste. Rico frowned at me, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. Even though the mess in my pants was making me irritable, I still couldn’t help but lean my face into his touch. I was so touch-starved for comforting touches. And Rico was so good at making me feel safe when he touched me. I craved his hands on mesobadly.

“I’m sticky,” I whined, then tensed. Master had always hated it when I whined. But unlike Master, Rico just leaned forward to softly kiss me, which made my heart go all fluttery and light.

“Let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up,perrito,” he murmured. When I made to get off his lap, Rico gripped my hips, pinning me in place, and arching a disapproving brow at me. Immediately, I flushed, my fingers coming up to twist in his shirt to cling to him.

“What?” I mumbled.

“Did I say you could get up?” I squeaked, clinging to him tighter when he suddenly stood, his hands gripping my ass to keep me up. “I want to carry you,perrito.”

I frowned at him. “What doesperritomean?” I tentatively asked. He’d been calling me that from the moment we met, and no matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t sort out its meaning. It was definitely foreign—maybe Spanish? It sounded Spanish.

“Perritomeans puppy,” Rico informed me. “When you crawled down those stairs, you looked like a wounded, kicked puppy, and I just wanted to bundle you in my arms and take you home.”

A shiver raced down my spine, and I released his shirt to link my arms behind his neck. “You did bring me home like a little puppy.”

He chuckled as he ascended the staircase. “That I did. Because you’re mine, Anurak. I saw you, and I wanted you, and I would not let anyone or anything stand in my way.”

I nuzzled his cheek, unable to stop the wide, beaming smile from tilting my lips. “I’m glad you did,” I said quietly.

He squeezed my ass, and I barely swallowed back a moan. “I’m glad I did, too,perrito.”

I steppedout of the bathroom, a frown tugging at my lips when I noticed Rico was putting my new clothes away, all of them freshly washed. Something ugly stung at my chest when Irealized he would expect me to wear my own clothes now when I was sleeping because despite me saying I didn’t need pajamas, Rico had insisted I get my own anyway.

I wanted to wear his clothes.

“Perrito, what’s wrong?” Rico asked, coming to stand in front of me.

I shook my head, looking longingly at the bed. I was so tired after my orgasm and my shower. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to wear my own pajamas to bed if Rico laid with me? That was a good compromise, right? But was I in a position to compromise? I was still trying to find my footing with Rico and where I fit into his life.