–Livana–
Both my husband and I were exhausted. I had nearly forgotten about Choco, but I overheard Francis saying he had placed him in the doghouse. I thought it was too small for such a place—until Damon told me that the "doghouse" was actually a two-story structure complete with slides for dogs. There were already guard dogs inside the mansion, so Choco was being kept isolated temporarily to help him recover from the flight.
"Tsk," Damon sighed. "Sleep, wife," he insisted. "That way, I'll be able to sleep too."
"Hmm." I absentmindedly traced my forefinger around his chest, brushing against his warm brown nipple as I lay with my head resting on his arm. I could sense he was annoyed—or perhaps just too aroused to think straight.
