Joanne's legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist as he lowered her onto the couch, their lips never parting. Every kiss, every heated breath between them only fueled the fire raging beneath his skin. He was lost in her—drowning in the softness of her mouth, the way her fingers tangled in his hair, the intoxicating scent of her skin.
Just as his fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt—
*Woof*
A sharp, resounding bark shattered the moment.
JD stiffened, groaning against her lips, his head tilting in frustration as he turned to glare at the unexpected interruption.
Fluffy, her Rottweiler, stood a few feet away, ears perked, dark eyes locked onto JD with the unmistakable intensity of a guard dog sensing danger.
And the danger… was him.
"Go away, Fluffy," Joanne muttered, her voice a sultry mix of impatience and amusement as she waved a dismissive hand. Even breathless, even dazed with passion, she sounded so damn seductive.
