NOVAThis is not a drill.I repeat: this is not a drill.My dog is humping the leg of the hottest man I’ve ever seen.He isn’t my dog, technically speaking—he’s the newest client in my dog-walking roster. But for all intents and purposes, he’s my responsibility for the duration of our loop around Lincoln Park. Given the single-minded focus with which Rufus is currently hip-thrusting the shit out of this poor man’s leg, this little pit stop might only add a couple minutes to the walk.Rufus has yet to listen to one single order I’ve given him all day—too busy bounding after squirrels and almost taking me out with his baseball bat of a tail—so this display of unbroken concentration is honestly kinda admirable.And me?Savvy new businesswoman that I am—what am I doing about it?Not a damn thing.I’m frozen on the spot, watching in horror as Rufus goes to town on a suit that looks like it cost more than my entire college tuition.In my defense, I’m also trying to hold onto the three other

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All I can think is that if this had happened to Chicago PD Sergeant Tom Pierce, the man would be screaming in my face as he “took care” of Rufus. My father is not what you would call “understanding.” Or “lenient.” Or “nice.” He has no tolerance for animals.For that matter, he doesn’t have much tolerance for people, either. Hell, if he could kick humans across the rainbow bridge and call it a “mercy killing,” he would do it in a heartbeat.Just the kind of person you want the CPD to strap with a service weapon and send out into the community, right?I bury that childhood trauma down deep and try to focus on the Greek god in front of me. But between the horror of the situation, his criminally good looks, and the way he’s staying eerily silent as he regards me, I’m breaking out in stress hives. I can feel itchy heat spreading across my chest and up my neck.“I’m more than happy to have those pants dry cleaned for you. In fact, I insist.” I hold out a hand, finally taking charge.He gaze

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NOVA“You should have seen your face!” Hope is holding her sides as she laughs, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Like your brain short-circuited the moment his crotch entered your personal space.”“If it was anything like your face when you saw him, I’m sure it was hilarious.” I snatch the leashes out of her hand and take off striding down Michigan Avenue like I’m being chased by my bad decisions. “The difference is you didn’t humiliate yourself in front of him. Where did you go, anyway? You abandoned me.”She catches up, wiping tears from her eyes. “I didn’t want to interrupt that adorable meet-cute.”“That was not a meet-cute. It was a scene from an HR training tape on sexual harassment.” I glare at Rufus, who’s trotting forlornly at my side, still missing his new friend.Samuel Litvinov. I feel his business card burning in my back pocket.“He liked you.”Even as my heart does a pitiful little flip at the idea, I cough out a laugh. “He was being civil, which is a miracle in and of

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“How would you know?”“How would you know if you don’t try?”“I just know, okay?” I follow Rufus into a kitchen that belongs in Architectural Digest. “Samuil and I exist in different universes. We’re barely the same species.”“You can’t be serious.” Hope rounds the two-acre marble island while I fill Rufus’s porcelain water bowl. “You’re not really going to let your delusional lack of self-worth determine whether or not you call him back, right?”I pretend to think about it for a moment. “I think I am, yes.”Setting down the bowl, I watch Rufus attack it like he’s dying of thirst. Water splashes my feet as I stroke his warm back. “Humping hot strangers is thirsty work, huh, boy?”“Call Samuil and you could find out for yourself.”I roll my eyes. “Once again for those in the back: He’s way out of my league. I’m not going to set myself up for heartbreak.”“Forget about your heart. Let the man break other parts of you.” Hope’s eyes focus in on my crotch, because subtlety has never been H

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“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe,” I confirm without opening my eyes. “The man’s got muscles that would put Hercules to shame. Once I’m done exploring, my hand drifts lower and grabs his cock.”“It’s big?”“Huge. I’m worried he won’t fit, but he grabs me by the hips and drags me down onto him. I take him whole.”My body is warm and my breathing is labored. I should stop, but we’re so close to the finale.“I ride him hard, and he encourages me, whispering everything we still have yet to try in my ear.”“And do you cross the finish line?” Hope presses.“Twice. No, three times, before he explodes inside me. We’re just getting started, though,” I decide, eyes fluttering open. “I’m not done with him yet.”Hope is smiling down at her phone, typing up a storm. “I bet not.”Something pings in my head. A vague realization that something is amiss. “What are you doing?”“Just sending off a little message,” she says, all breezy and nonchalant.That’s when my gaze drops to Samuil’s business card per

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