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Abby

Thank goodness for Jake. After Liam and Shay took off, I thought I’d be stuck with the rest of the party setup, but in walks Jake, bearing coffee and a grin.

“Hey,” he says with a smile, handing over my soy vanilla latte and glancing at the bags of cups and utensils on the floor. “Need a little help?”

“That would be amazing,” I sigh and take a sip of my sweet coffee. “Shay and Liam are having a moment and left me with the rest of the setup. But don’t you have to get back to work?”

“Nope. I’m off for the day,” he says with a grin and moves to stack the cups on the first table.

“You’re a lifesaver,” I say and move to the back to grab the first hors d’oeuvre tray, stocked with fresh veggies and different kinds of dip. Jake follows me back and takes a larger tray piled high with cheese and fresh fruit, and together we arrange a mini feast. The table is stocked end to end with golden pastries: tiny, iced cakes decorated with purple fondant paw prints, thick finger sandwiches stuffed with turkey, roast beef, and creamy egg salad. I look at the setup with pride; this party will be the talk of the town.

“Hey Jake, want to help me pick the puppies for the play area?”

He smiles, bright blue eyes sparkling, nods, and wipes his hands on a purple paper napkin before following me into the back where the kennels are. We have a pretty decent variety at the moment: German Shepherds and Huskies, Goldendoodles and Heelers, Papillons and Yorkies. And, of course, Winston the Pug.

“Winston is off-limits,” I say. “But we should try and pick at least one of each breed.” Jake immediately heads to the shepherds, picking up a chunky, midnight black ball of fluff. She’s the runt of the litter, but oddly enough, she has gigantic paws. He pulls her close to his chest. Jake has a sweet demeanor and a charming smile; I really shouldn’t be surprised that he melts at the sight of puppies.

“She’s so soft,” he says and buries his face in the tuft of fur on top of her head, inhaling slightly.

“Are you sniffing her?” I ask with a laugh. Pink rises in his cheeks a bit, but he grins.

“What? Don’t you like puppy smell? It’s the best!”

“Second only to puppy breath, Jake.” I wink and pick up a white husky with black markings around his eyes. “This is Zoro. I think he’ll be a popular choice tonight. His little markings are the coolest.” Jake laughs and pats the pup on the head as we carry them to the playpen in the shop’s main room.

We spend the next half hour picking out a Goldendoodle, two Yorkies, and a Papillon to join the first two. Jake has rolled up his work shirt sleeves, showing off pale, inked skin. I find myself more and more distracted by him and the way he moves. How the muscles in his forearms flex when he lifts something, the way his shirt rides up as he reaches for a blanket from the top rack in the back for the puppies to relax on… He’s incredibly sexy.

Jake, unaware of my appreciative glances, stretches his arms high over his head, popping his back. He glances up at the clock.

“Can I use your bathroom to get changed?” he asks, grabbing his backpack by the register.

“Sure. I need to get changed too, come on.” I lead him into the back room. I pull the door to the backroom closed and spin around, grabbing him by the wrist and hauling him back to me, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down into a hungry kiss. He groans into my mouth and pushes me back against the door, running his hands down over the back of my dress and grabbing my ass. I bite at his bottom lip, tugging it a bit before diving back in and sliding my tongue into his mouth.

He hikes one of my legs over his hip and slips his hand up my skirt, roughly shoving my panties aside and rubbing my wet pussy. I moan and drop my head to his shoulder. Everything is happening so fast, and he’s hot as fuck. God, I need it. I reach one hand between us and jerk his belt, pulling it open, followed by the button and zipper on his black jeans. I shove them down as much as I can and get my hands on his hard cock. He’shuge. I shiver and bring my hand back up to lick my palm before grabbing him again and jerking him at a brutal pace. He shoves two fingers inside of me, thumb stroking my clit with every pump. I sink my teeth into his neck and tighten my leg around him, pulling him in even closer.

“Now,” I pant. “Put it in, now, Jake.”

He pulls his hand away from me and grabs his dick, teasing my opening with the blunt head before slowly pushing into me. He fits as much as he can inside and pauses, breathing heavily into my ear.

“Don’t wait, just fuck me,” I say and wiggle my hips to urge him on. He grins down at me and moves his arm under my knee, pulling it off of his hip and higher into the air, spreading me wide. His other hand plants against the door by my head and he begins to pound into me in earnest. It’s fast and rough and better than anything I’ve ever felt before. He hits every sweet spot inside of me, and his abdomen grinds against my clit with every thrust. My legs are shaking; I feel my orgasm swelling inside of me at a frighteningly fast pace.

“Jake,” I moan and rake my nails over the back of his neck before fisting his hair. “I’m going to cum. Fuck!” I shudder and clench hard around him. He slams hard into me once, twice more before burying his face in my neck and groaning out his release. We lean against each other to catch our breath before moving one at a time into the small bathroom to clean up and make ourselves presentable. We are lucky Shay and Liam didn’t show up.

I walk out of the bathroom, freshly changed in a pair of slacks and a nice amethyst blouse, when Shay and Liam walk into the back. We smile and greet each other, and then we all move into the main shop floor to begin greeting guests. There’s a better turnout than I expected; our friends and neighbors are there, and some people from the community we’ve come to know over the last year. Jake pulls me out onto the dance floor, and I can’t stop smiling. Tons of people are signing up to meet the dogs; adoption requests are pouring in. I’d say the night is a huge success. Not just for me either. I glance over to Shay and Liam, all soft smiles and slow dances… I’m so happy they figured things out. I rest my head on Jake’s shoulder, content to just enjoy the moment.

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Jake

After everyone’s gone home and we’ve cleaned up a bit, Shay and Liam head out together.

“Can I walk you home?” I ask Abby while she locks the door to Paws and Claws. She turns to me with a smile and holds out her hand. I lace my fingers with hers, and we start the two-block walk to her place.

“That was great!” she says and laughs a bit. “I can’t believe it’s already been a year.”

“What made you decide to open a pet shop?”

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