Page 97 of Playful Kris

I’m not sure what I was expecting when we pulled up to his house, but I wasn’t expecting this.

I think I pictured him in a small apartment, the bachelor pad of the century type place.

Not this place, with the beautiful brick home and the arch over the front door. It looks more like a home for a family, not a bachelor.

“Well?”

I look over at him.

He looks shy as he stares at his house. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful,” I tell him, staring back at the home in front of us.

He jumps out of the truck, rounding the hood before coming to open my door. He holds my hand the entire way to the front of his house, taking my bag from me, and I have to admit, I’m loving the feeling of this. It all seems so natural, not forced.

Unlocking the front door, he keeps me pressed against him as he pushes the door open.

I hear the claws hitting the floor before I actually see his dog round the corner, and I smile. The biggest, goofiest Doberman I’ve ever seen comes barreling toward me.

“Brace yourself,” he says at the last second. “Titan, no,” he commands, and the dog tries. He tries really hard but slides into me anyways, sending me back into Kris’ strong chest.

I laugh, I can’t help it. When his dog looks up at me, I grab him on either side of his head and use my fingers to dig into his fur. His head turns to the side before he licks me right across the face.

Well, I’m sure that’s attractive.

Nothing like getting back together, for real this time, with a bunch of dog drool on my face.

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Seeing her in my space, with Titan, who is apparently thrilled to have her here, it does something to me.

It feels natural. And I hope there will be many more moments like this.

No,there will be many more moments like this because my head is officially out of my ass.

I can see us here, lounging on the couch with Titan, watching a Tennessee game. I can see us both in the kitchen making dinner. Coming home to her each night would be nice.

“You want something to drink?” I ask, leaning forward slightly to press my lips to her cheek before stepping out from behind her.

“Sure, whatever you have is good with me.” She turns her head, smiling at me before looking back down at Titan. “I love him, Kris. He’s such a sweet boy.” She says the last words to my dog, rather than me.

“He is a pretty good boy.” I stop at the treat jar on my way to the fridge and pull out a milk bone, tossing it at him.

For a split second he breaks away from Kameron to collect his treat before going right back to her.

He’s obsessed, but hey, I get it. So am I.

I grab two beers from my fridge, popping the top on both and tossing the caps to the counter before moving back to where she is standing.

Titan finally gets the picture and moves back through the house, giving me my girl back. She smiles, taking the beer from my hand and I watch her take the first pull.

My eyes roam every feature of her face, memorizing it all as she swallows.

She stares at me, the sexual tension between us growing thicker as the seconds tick by. I tip my bottle to my lips, and watch her as I take a drink. Her gorgeous green eyes are fixed on my throat, her bottom lip pulls between her teeth, and my dick takes notice of that simple gesture.

We stand in front of each other at my island, staring into each other’s eyes as we both take a second drink. And a third. And a fourth, until our beers are empty and sitting beside each other on the counter.

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