Page 4 of Puppy Love

Her focus is on my body. I should walk away, but it’s been a while since someone looked at me like that and I’m going to enjoy it for a minute.

When her eyes reach mine, I grin, and she blushes. Oh christ, she blushes. It’s a fucking turn-on for me.

She clears her throat and peeks down at the floor.

“I umm, I can help bring in your bed.”

“Oh yeah?” I tease.

Her head snaps up and the blush deepens. “No, oh no. I mean I can help. With whatever, it doesn’t need to be your bed,” she rushes out.

I chuckle and wrap my arm around her, leading her out of the room. “We’re gonna have so much fun, Cambri.”

Ace barks and I look over at him.

“Does he need to go out?” she asks.

I shake my head, narrowing my eyes at him. “No, he’s good.”

He’s not good. He’s jealous. He doesn’t like when someone is touching me. It’s not like he’ll attack or anything, he just barks. Pretty much saying get off of him, he’s mine.

We get the rest of my things in. So I begin to put my bed together and unpack. Ace lays in his bed on the floor. Cambri went to work for a few hours, so I’m trying to get it all done before she’s home. She keeps the house very clean and I’m sure having my shit all over is going to drive her crazy. That’s not how I want this to start out.

It doesn’t take long for me to put everything away and get the mess cleaned up. I put Ace’s bowls in the kitchen at the end of the island and if she hates them there, we’ll find another spot. He seems to like it here. He explored the backyard and the house while I was unpacking. Now he’s sleeping again and I’m going through the cabinets to see what I can make for dinner.

There’s not much of a choice and I don’t even know what she likes to go pick something up. I notice a lot of pasta, so I decide to make some spaghetti and homemade garlic bread.

It doesn’t take long, but it’s perfect timing because just as I pour the sauce over the spaghetti she walks in the door.

“Oh my God, it smells so good in here,” she says, dropping her keys and phone on the island.

I grin when I see her in her work uniform. A short black skirt and tight white top. Damn, she has a banging body. Too bad it’s being seen by far too many guys.

“I figured you’d be hungry after working all day,” I say.

She smiles at me as her blue eyes bounce around my face. “That was incredibly sweet. No one’s ever made me dinner before.” She looks down at her outfit and shakes her head. “I’m just gonna change real quick.”

No one’s ever made her dinner before? What the fuck kind of losers has she been dating? It’s spaghetti, it takes minutes to make.

Ace slowly comes walking out of my room and I grab his bowl, dumping some food in for him. “You hungry too?” I ask, putting the bowl down.

He runs over and starts gobbling it down.

Cambri comes out of her room, and I need to adjust myself because she looks fucking hot. Her hair is pulled up, showing off her slender neck. She’s got on a tank top that is hugging her tits as they try to spill out of it. The shorts she has on just about cover her ass and make her legs look long. I’d love to have them wrapped around me.

“Can I do anything?” she asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Nope, it’s all done,” I say, handing her a plate so she can take what she wants.

We both make our plates and take them to the small dining table. She takes a bite, and I can’t pull my eyes away from her mouth. I’m suddenly jealous of the fucking fork that she keeps pulling out of her mouth.

“Thank you for dinner,” she says.

I lift my eyes to hers and grin. “Really, it’s nothing. If I knew what you liked, I would’ve made something better than spaghetti.”

“I like anything really. The only thing I don’t like is fish,” she says, making a face.

“Really? What about shrimp?” I ask.

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