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I swallow down the lump in my throat. “Thank you for being brave enough to come forward and help set the record straight.”
Brit thanks him and runs the full, unedited clip. It’s not particularly flattering, but it does capture the boys who skateboarded far too close to us and the flustered flock of geese. It’s a comedy of errors with the way Prince Francis attaches himself to my hip, and I trip over an uneven crack in the sidewalk, causing me to fall on top of poor Wilfred and accidentally smack him in the nose as I try to wrap my arms around his neck and keep him from lunging or bolting, and it feeds out to everyone watching the live interview.
Once the clip has finished running, Brit’s attention returns to me. “It’s amazing how different that looks when it hasn’t been edited down, isn’t it?”
“You know, before we had the complete video, it was one of those situations where you need to be there to believe it could happen. It was literally the perfect storm for poor Wilfred. And Canada geese, while cute, are aggressive. It’s like Canada channeled all their meanness into that one animal!”
That earns me another laugh from Brit, and then she shifts gears, steering the conversation away from what happened in the park to ask me about the Kitty Whisperer and how it all started.
It’s a great interview, and when it’s over, the outpouring of positive messages helps dull the sting of the negativity that came with the original video that went viral. It’s as though someone has switched the lens I’m looking through, and now all I see is the good that can come from something bad.
As soon as we’re in the door to Miles’s place, I fuse my mouth to his, breaking the kiss only long enough to say, “I can’t believe you did that for me.”
“I had some help.”
Wilfred’s nose nudges against our hips. I put making out on pause while Miles takes him outside for a bathroom break and I fill Wilfred’s bowl. I’m quicker than Miles, so I strip out of most of my clothes, apart from my bra and panties, and wait for them to return.
Wilfred goes straight to his bowl, Miles following down the hall. “Where were w—” His eyes go wide, and he drops Wilfred’s leash on the floor. “Damn. I missed the striptease.” His gaze moves over me on a hot sweep.
I arch a brow. “Have you ever had a striptease?” Jealousy tints the question. I don’t know why I’m asking this right now, apart from slightly morbid curiosity.
Miles arches a brow in return as he crosses the room. “No. But if it were you unwrapping yourself like a gift for me, I’d be willing to change that.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He cups my face between his palms and tips my chin up, eyes heavy with emotion. “You were so brave today, Kitty.” His lips brush over mine. “I love watching you shine like that.”
“Thank you for making it possible.” I suck his bottom lip and let it slide through my teeth. At the same time I start flicking open the buttons on his shirt.
“Thank you for trusting me.” He lifts me on the counter and steps between my parted thighs.
My fingers tremble as I make my way through his buttons and push his shirt over his shoulders. I run my hands over his chest, pausing to press my palm over his heart as our lips meld and our tongues tangle. Tonight feels different, emotions heightened.
I slide his belt through the loop and free the clasp, then pop the button and drag the zipper down. He covers my hand with his before I can slip it inside his boxers. “Let me take care of you first,” he murmurs against my lips, his free hand flicking the clasp of my bra open.
The straps slide down my shoulders, exposing my breasts, and he kisses a path over my collarbones. Going lower, his mouth covers a nipple, his free hand cupping my other breast. He drops to his knees and rids me of my panties, then brings me to orgasm with his soft tongue and his gentle teeth.
I’m boneless and desperate by the time his mouth returns to mine, tasting of my desire. I grip his hair and wrap my legs around his waist, keeping him close. “I need you inside me.” I ease a hand between us and free him from his boxers.
He sheaths himself with a condom and then he’s filling me, gaze locked on mine. We both shudder and sigh as our bodies join. Everything slows. I stroke his cheek, and his thumb brushes along the column of my throat. No longer in a rush, we shift and move together, sweet and tender.
“I love you so much,” I whisper.
