Dog Days (BWWM/Interracial MMA Erotic Romance Urban Novella) Read Free Page B

kit. Do you want to do it in the bathroom again?”
     
     
    Brendan smiled at me. I was glad our relationship hadn’t grown awkward. The man gave me an odd look as he spoke. “I’m sure my bedroom will have more space for the both of us.”
     
     
    Our bedrooms had king size beds and the rooms themselves were almost as large as my modestly sized apartment. It sounded more comfortable than the bathroom. “Sounds great! I’ll get a beach towel so we don’t end up making a mess for the hotel staff.”
     
     
    In all honestly, I preferred working on people rather than dogs. I got a small clipper and a razor. Brendan had a lot of hair to go through. I thought about changing into something more comfortable but I didn’t want to keep him waiting.
     
     
    When I returned with my tools, Brendan had stripped down to his underwear. I couldn’t help but gasp at his beauty and strength. I covered up my reaction by fishing a hairdryer out of my bag. I didn’t really need to use it. He didn’t seem to notice as he spoke to me. “I got a bowl of hot water ready for you.”
     
     
    I nodded at the plastic container full of water. It was very hot but would cool down by the time I used it. “That should be enough. Take a seat, Brendan.”
     
     
    I dropped one of the towels into the bowl of water and let it absorb the liquid. I decided to act like a professional and deal with my nervousness. “So how shall we begin Mr. Douglas?”
     
     
    We heard Romeo claw and bark at the door in vain. “Definitely not a crew cut. We have too many of those already in the UFC. How about something short but nice looking for the ladies?”
     
     
    I giggled and got my clippers ready. “One Agnes Special coming up!”
     
     
    As I leaned over him on the bed, he got a good view of my cleavage. This robe was going to make things complicated but Brendan was being a model client. I got out my electric clippers and turned it on.
     
     
    The fighter was still as a stone as I approached him with the clippers. Dogs tended to be skittish when they heard the sound of the electric clipper. I wasn’t used to such good behavior.
     
     
    Most of the time, I had to collar the animal in question. It wasn’t for walking them with a leash. Instead, I tied them to the grooming handle in order to keep them from wandering. Eventually, they get used to being groomed and wouldn’t require it in the future.
     
     
    With the clippers in hand, I went to work on the wild mass of hair. I noticed that Brendan had reached out to touch my leg with his hand. He moved it in tandem with my cutting motions.
     
     
    The sensation I felt was more arousing than distracting.
     
     
    The hand started to move up and down. Our attraction was mutual. I tried to retain my composure. “I just have to finish up with some of the smaller clippers for the edges.”
     
     
    Still stroking my leg, Brendan simply said. “Good.”
     
     
    With his hand moving up my thigh, I began doing some cleanup work. Soon, his weather-beaten fingers neared my sex. It felt like we were performing a ritual for each other. As I trimmed him, his hand went closer to my mound.
     
     
    I stifled a moan and kept working.
     
     
    My hands were steady but my body was quivering. Brendan placed his other hand on my waist to steady me. I did another trimming pass to better shape his hair. As I did so, his fingertips touched my pussy lips.
     
     
    I leaned back and said. “Now that’s a good boy!”
     
     
    We both had a laugh at that.
     
     
    However, Brendan continued to probe me below the waist. His hands were touching my sensitive lips. I was reminded of how careful I was with his face lips when I had shaved him the other day.
     
     
    I was already getting hot and wet from his touching. For that matter, Brendan was getting aroused as well. The strong muscles of his abdomen expanded and contracted. There was a noticeable bulge in his underwear. “Oh… God… Brendan.”
     
     
    However, there