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Iwake with a start,my dream leaving me shaking, sweaty, and horny as hell. Damn the sexy thing of a man. Jay Castle. I’ve only bumped into him a few times, but he’s left a mark on my lady bits, and he hasn’t even touched me there...yet. Like I said, damn him. It’s like he has this Jedi-lady-parts-power. With one look, he can have you tingling in a matter of seconds. The day I saw him in town was the first time I had seen him outside of Castle Ink. He had asked about my new tattoo that his brother Dex had just finished up. The thoughts that ran through my foggy brain when he leaned down a little and touched my healing skin… Well, let’s just say that the thoughts belong in an erotic novel.Damnhim.

I climb out of bed and walk downstairs to start the kettle. I need my morning cup of tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, it upsets my stomach. I hear the tapping of tiny claws hitting the hardwood flooring, and turn to see one of my babies walking towards me. My darling little MJ prowls towards me, slowly but surely. MJ was my first ever pet. I have no clue what breed of cat she is, but she’s perfect in every way. She is completely white, and I’ve had her since I was fifteen. She’s ten years old, which is good for some cats. I pick up a mug from the draining board and add the tea bag and milk. MJ rubs her body against my legs, purring as she goes. She’s a soppy old girl. Loves cuddles. It doesn’t take long before my new furbaby comes storming into the kitchen. This baby holds my heart; he’s only three months old. He was dumped, along with two of his brothers, at the back of my grooming salon. They were newborn at the time, so I took them in and helped them get better. The two other boy pups went to good homes, but Stark had something about him that made mekeephim.

Stark - and yes, he was named after Iron Man. Can you blame me? Tony Stark is amazeballs! - comes to a sliding halt and almost crashes into the chairs at the kitchen island. I chuckle at his fearlessness. He has no fear at all, he’ll climb up on things, and try to jump gaps he’s far too small to cover, I swear he is a toddler at heart. I bend down and pick Stark up, nuzzling into his white and brown fur. He licks my face, giving me morningkisses.

“Okay, little man, let’s get you outside before you do your business in my house, and not in the garden.” I carry him outside and set him on the patio. He bolts towards the grass and over to his favourite tree at the bottom of the garden. I leave the door open, as the weather is nice for a November morning. It isn’t ridiculously cold; the sun is bright but deceiving. I carry on my morning business while waiting for Stark to come back into the house. I notice that MJ walks out and comes straight back in a few seconds later, yeah, that old girl doesn’t like the chilly weather much. I sip my cup of tea, loving the feeling of the hot liquid warming me from the inside out. Even in the summer I drink tea, my family and friends think I’m crazy and that I should drink a cold drink. I don’t bother closing the door while I go upstairs to shower and get readyforwork.

Thank God, I own my own business. I’m a dog groomer, have been for the past five years. I’ve always loved animals, and my parents always said that I would work with them one day. I opened ‘Cassie’s Cuts’ right after I passed all my courses and on-hand experience, thanks to Kelly at Messy Mutts. It was during this time that I met my best friend, Chris. We became fast friends, and have been ever since. I never had many friends in school because I was seen as the nerdy girl. I was always reading books, comics, and watching action movies. That’s why whenhe-who-shall-not-be-namedcame into my life, I threw my heart into our relationship, while he threw his dick into every other girlaroundtown.

I am ahugeMarvel fan. My dad calls me a movie buff, because I spent most of my teenage years watching films; I still do now. Anything from The Punisher to Transformers to Fifty Shades of Grey. I love watching films, and TV shows. When I’m not grooming or walking dogs, you’ll find me reading or watching something on the TV. Hence why I have a fifty-two-inch flat screen TV in my living room, and a thirty-inch in my bedroom. Hey, size doesmatter.

My shower is super short, and I’m quick to get dried off and dressed. My short blonde hair dries easy, but today I’m going to leave it to air dry, so it’s looking waving and pretty. Well, I think so anyway. I throw on my blue skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, push my feet into my brown ankle boots, and then make my way back downstairs. I walk through the kitchen and over to the back door, calling Stark’s name, trying to get him to come back into the house. I need to pick up Chris on my way, his car is in thegarage.

“Stark, come on, little man, we have to go to work. Let’s go.” I whistle to get his attention, and he finally drags his little butt over to me. He looks up at me like I just stole his favorite chew toy, big, puppy-dog eyes. Yeah, right, that doesn’t work on me. Ask the dogs at the salon. I finally get Stark into the house and pick up my handbag, phone, and car keys. I let MJ roam around the house. She’s well house-trained, so I never come home to any nasty surprises. I’ve been training Stark to walk by my side, and once we get outside, I click the small clicker as he starts to move away, but when he hears the simple click, he comes right back. I know it will take time, he’s still a baby. I bend down and scratch behind his ears andpraisehim.

“Good boy. You got this, pooch.” I click the fob and my car unlocks. I love this car; it’s super good on fuel. My dad bought me a Dacia, Duster, because it’s an eco-car, and it has a huge boot for when I need to take the dogs for a walk. Most salons don’t offer dog walking, but I do. Plus, it’s good exercise for me, too. I attach Stark’s lead to the hook in the boot and climb into the driver’s seat. I know the drive won’t take long to pick up Chris, he doesn’t live that far from me, and it’s on my way to the salon, so I don’t see the point in taking two cars, anyway. Radio One plays through the car as I drive down the roads to Chris’shouse.

I beep twice when I pull up outside his place. I wave to the old lady next door, who’s looking through her curtains. Her curtains snap shut when she sees I’ve noticed her. I chuckle to myself and wait for Chris. He comes out a few moments later, dressed in dark blue jeans and a tight blue t-shirt with my salon’s names on the front. His hair is perfect. Oh, did I mention that Chris is hot as hell, but totally, one hundred percent gay. My mum always says, ‘the best ones are always taken - or gay’ and damn, she’s right. Chris turns heads when he walks into a room, men and women both. He reminds me of Ben Barnes with his short hair. I loved him inDorianGray.

The door opens and Chris climbs into the passenger seat with ease. It’s hard to believe that this six-foot-one, sexy thing, is a dog groomer, but looks don't tell you a person’s story. Only they candothat.

“Hey, babe,” Chris says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. It was his thing he does with the important women inhislife.

“Morning. So, what did you get up to last night?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. I know he went out with some guy he met while out walking the dogs, so I wanna know the details. I pull away from his house and start the journeytowork.

“Oh, babe, he knew what he was doing. Damn, the way he would suckmyd-”

“Shhhhhhhhh. I do not need to know how you like your things sucked!” Chris bursts out laughing. I don’t care that he’s laughing at me, I so do not want to know about some random bloke sucking his dick. Don’t get me wrong, I am no prude, but he’s my bestie for Christ sakes. I don’t tell him about my sexcapades, not that much has been happening lately. And by lately, I mean at least tenmonths.

“Aww, come on, Cass, you know you wanna know.” I huff at his response. “Go on, ask,” hepromptsme.

“You aren’t going to stop, are you?” He shakes his head, with a cocky smile on his face. Shit, I know I’m gonnaregretthis.

“Fine. How big was he?” I ask in aboredtone.

“Fucking huge, he had this curve to the end of his dick, so it pointed up to his belly button. And damn, could he pound. My arse was sore when I woke up thismorning.”

“Okay, I didn’t ask for that much info.” Chris laughs next to me, causing Stark to bark from the back of the car. “Yeah, dude, you tell him. He doesn’t need to make my ears burn with all this dirty talk. Sweet and innocent here.” I point to myself, making Chris laughharder.

“Hahaha, now that is funny. Sweet my sexy, tight arse. I’ve heard you scream when you’re being pounded, young lady.” He arches a browatme.

“Can we please stop usingthatword?”

“Which word?Pound?”

“Yes. It sounds so barbaric.” Hechuckles.

“Oh, sweetheart, we need to get you shagged good. What about that lad you told me about? Thetattooone.”

“What about him?” Keeping my eyes forward at the road, avoiding eye contact with my best friend sitting next to me, I flip the indicator and turn down the road that leads to my salon. I love my building. We painted it all black, with the business name in bright pink, with some white paw prints. The same paw prints that I have tattooed on my wrist, right along with a human footprint. It’s a symbol that animals walkwithme.

“Don’t play coy with me, young lady. Are you going to go and see him? I know you need the last bit of your thigh tat finished. So, I ask again: are you going to talk to him? Maybe offer to get a drink.” He looks hopeful at me. There’s nothing stopping me from asking Jay out for a drink, but for some reason, a little voice in my head is telling me to be cautious with this man. The little incident with that woman in town that one time, only made my wariness of him that little bit more. He called out to the woman, but never chased after her. He just said a quick bye to me and walked away, leaving me standing there like a lemon. Then there was the hiking meeting. Damn, the images of the way his bare chest moved when he jogged… His tattooed arm… His skin covered in sweat… I clench my thighs, praying that Chrisdoesn’tsee.

“We’ll see, okay. I think he’s seeing someone, anyway,” I say, as I park the car. I turn the engine off and climb out. Closing the door and walking around to the back of the car, I open the boot and help Stark out. I see Chris standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at me, like he knows I am lying about Jay possibly seeing someone. In all honesty, I have no clue if Jay has a girlfriend, it isn’t mybusiness.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. Let’s get inside before Mrs. Fleur turns up with Miss Tootsie and gets her knickers in a bunch when she sees that we aren't ready. You know she likes everything done on time. That dog is her baby, and she must follow the daily schedule.” Chris and I laugh while we open up the salon and start turning things on. I walk Stark out to the garden area, where we keep the outdoor kennels. If the weather is nice, I place the dogs out here before and after theirappointment.

“Okay, everything is on and we’re ready to roll. Bring on the pooches,” Chris shouts from inside. I turn and look at my business, and feel my heart swell with pride. This is all mine, and I work my backside off every day to keep it the way Ilikeit.

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