"Wes?"

"Shh," I say, placing my finger against her lips. She stares at me for a couple of seconds as I pull her off the countertop and then walk her to the living room. I bend her forward over the side of the couch. I can see Bruno staring at us with suspicious eyes. I don't care. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock and rub my fingers against her clit and her opening. She whimpersslightly, and then I thrust myself deep and hard inside of her. "Fuck yeah," I say. "I'm home, baby." She looks back at me and rolls her eyes, and I thrust into her deeper and harder. "Say it."

"Say what?" she says.

"Tell me you wanted this."

"Wes," she moans.

"Tell me."

"Fine. I wanted it."

"Good girl," I say, and then I fuck her hard and fast, and I can't help but laugh as the dog watches us with wide eyes. "If you're going to be living here," I say to Bruno, "then you're going to be witnessing a lot of fucking."

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sabrina

Day seven of attempting to get kicked out of Wes's apartment.Everything is going according to plan, I think to myself as I lie in bed with Bruno next to me. I can feel Wes staring at me as I rub Bruno between the ears and try hard not to laugh. When Wes arrived home and saw Bruno on the couch, I thought he was going to have a fit, but somehow, of course, he worked it to his advantage. Though, I can't complain. The sex was amazing, and while sex was not meant to be part of the plan, we've been having it every day since he got back. I mean, I enjoy it. He enjoys it. So why am I trying to stop the inevitable? We are both attracted to each other. We both enjoy having sex, and he was my first lover. He’s the man I love, even though I’m never going to let him know that.

So even though this wasn't part of the plan, it can be a perk until he chucks me out, because I know that I will definitely be able to get on his nerves enough to get kicked out.

I start smiling as Bruno licks me. "You really love that dog, don't you?" Wes says.

I peer over at him. "Morning. I didn't realize you were up," I say.

"Yeah, well, the dog kicked me." He makes a face. "I never thought I would have a big stinking dog waking me up in the morning." Bruno looks over at him with sad eyes. "I said what I said." He looks over at me. "Your dog is starting to feel a little too at home here."

"Well, this is his home right now until I move out," I say, shrugging. He stares at me for a couple of seconds and just shakes his head. The phone starts ringing, and he hands it to me. I take it dutifully. "Hello. How can I help you?"

"Hi, can I speak to Wes Carrington, please? I am?—"

"Is this about the wife position?" I ask.

"Yes. Is he—" I hang up.

"That was rude," Wes says.

"I'm not going to have a conversation with every single desperate woman who's interested in being with you. It's ridiculous."

"You are the one who placed the ad. You didn't think anyone was going to want to be with me?"

"I mean, I didn't think this many women would see it," I say, shaking my head. "It's crazy. They don't even know you. You could be a psychopath or a serial killer, but I guess it's okay because you look handsome in the photo and you're a billionaire."

"I mean, women do like handsome men, but I think they love billionaires even more." He grins. "So I'm like the total package."

"Shut up," I say, hitting him in the shoulder.

"What? You know it's true. Hey, Bruno?" Bruno looks over at him. "Will you get off the bed?"

"What are you doing? Why does he have to get off the bed?"

"Because I want to do this." Wes leans over and gives me a kiss. I feel him reaching over to pull me toward him, his fingers sliding down between my legs and rubbing my clit.

"Wes," I moan as my back arches. Bruno rolls his eyes and jumps off the bed.

"He knows what's up," Wes says, chuckling. "He's not a cock-blocker."