Nanny and Her Four Alpha Bullies
His spent shot so high, it hit my chin.
Now, he is beside me on top of the desk. We are spooning, with me cradled up into the fold on his embrace, my back to his chest.
He nuzzles happily at the back of my neck, rubbing against me like a cat would. Though I imagine he’s scenting me some. Hopefully Archer and Neil don’t mind overmuch. Neil used to like scenting me too.
“We should get back soon,” I whisper. The room is soundproof but the quiet is too comfortable, too soft. I don’t want to break it.