Groomed For Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance by Flora Ferrari (hardest books to read txt) 📗

If she feels the same way about me physically as I know I do for her.

Moose’s eyes are bright with excitement, and I’m glad Naomi’s back’s turned while I take a seat.

My hard on has reached the stage of not being able to hide it, with the urge to take it out and show her what she’s doing to me almost overpowering me.

I get lost in my fantasy, picturing myself walking over to her and keeping her bent over, tugging those sweat pants down so I can get at what I need most.

I hear myself groaning softly, imagining my hands gripping her waist, running my hands over her hips, and spanking that perfect ass as she spreads her thick thighs for me.

One hand on her ass, the other sliding its way between her legs as her head tilts back, our moans of pleasure ringing out together.

Ringing.

There’s a pressure in my head, and that ringing…

“Uh, Parker? Parker!”

I snap to attention, the room slowly coming back into focus.

Naomi’s craning her neck around, both her hands holding onto Moose as her eyes move from my bulging crotch to the phone on the wall.

“Can you get that, please?” she asks, her voice shaking a little as I notice her whole body struggle to keep Moose still.

Or is it something else?

Without thinking, I lunge for the phone on the wall and answer it. Identifying myself as Officer Parker and naming the salon.

To my surprise, it’s the hospital calling. A nurse tells me which hospital and ward she’s calling from but she stops short on answering any questions about her patient’s condition when I ask.

They have Sasha on the other line and she’d like to speak with Naomi, if she’s there.

“Uh… She’s got her hands full right now, I can take the call,” I tell the nurse.

Sasha sounds like hell, her strained voice rasping from the other end of the line.

“I’m at the salon with Naomi, and Moose,” I tell her, thinking that might make her feel better.

But it has the opposite effect.

“Get her out of my salon… I don’t want her near another dog or my place ever again, you hear me,” she tries to shout, but the phone’s taken from her by the hospital staff.

Holding the handset away from my ear, I know that Naomi’s heard just as much as I have.

Her whole body seems to slump and Moose licks her face as even he tries to console her.

It’s official, I guess.

She’s fired.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Naomi

It feels good to have Moose’s trust while I start to set up his bath.

Feels even better knowing his master is right behind me, watching me.

I’m no show pony, but a girl gets a feeling when she’s being watched in a positive way.

Doesn’t she?

I wouldn’t know but I can’t deny it when I sense it coming at me from behind.

It has to be. Nothing else could make me feel like this.

And although I still have no idea what the man must see in me, I can tell from my own sly glances at his crotch that he likes what he sees.

Is it me, or is he just barring up watching his dog getting washed so he doesn’t have to do it?

I’m hoping it’s the former, but at this stage, I couldn’t care less.

I feel wet in more ways than one once I start to hose down Moose, who is suddenly so well behaved it’s beyond suspicious.

There’s a mirror above the bath, we use it to keep an eye on the front door of the salon, but I can only see Parker staring at me as I bend over, his hand straying to his bulging cock as he starts to moan.

Like he’s in a trance or something.

I should be frightened, I could be turning to tell him to straighten up his act. That it’s inappropriate.

But the feeling he’s broadcasting is traveling through the room and right up the inside of my thighs, deep inside someplace that I know now for sure I want Parker to bury his face first followed by that huge dick of his.

I’ve never had a sexual thought about an older man in my life.

Any man at all really.

But knowing I’m appreciated for once in my life. Knowing I have a certain effect on a real man?

It’s the biggest freaking turn on ever, so much so I almost forget how to wash a dog. But Moose is understanding.

He just stands there, waiting patiently, and I’m sure he shoots me another of his little winks as he grins at me once he picks up on how his master is feeling.

I feel my knees going weak, and my whole body shiver at the thought of Parker running those huge hands of his over me as I’m bent over the bath, but then the damned phone rings.

Interrupting what might have been the beginning to the perfect day after all.

I pull myself together enough to catch his attention, begging him to pick up the phone, almost wishing straight away I hadn’t.

It’s the hospital, and I know instantly that it’s about Sasha.

And once Parker holds the phone away from his ear, I can hear her voice trying her best to shout out the obvious instructions she hinted at before she was carted off in the ambulance.

She doesn’t want me in her salon for one more minute.

Doesn’t want me touching another of her client’s dogs.

Doesn’t want me working here anymore.

I guess I should thank my stars she’s not talking or even shouting about suing me yet. Trying to have me arrested for almost killing her.

Who the heck doesn’t tell you they have a nut allergy? Every Vegan is like falling over themselves to advertise the fact… I thought allergies were the same?

I can feel Moose consoling me as I go through the motions of finishing his bath, rinsing his shampoo, and shutting off the water to dry him off.

But I still feel numb.

I can feel Parker too, still standing behind me as he hangs up