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I remembered I promised Bill I’d
be back.”
    Her gaze hot with unconcealed lust, she ran a finger down
his chest. “But what about my porch?”
    He shook his head. “You and I both know you didn’t want me
to look at your porch.”
    She pouted again. “Maybe I’ll see you around?”
    “Sure,” he lied.
    Dylan hurried out of the house and all but ran down the
steps to his car. As he slammed the door shut, he leaned back in his seat and
sighed. His dick hurt like hell but at least his conscience was clear. As he
drove down the street he wondered how long he could hold out when what she
offered was there for the taking. Jesus save him from man-eating women like
her.

Chapter Two
     
    Erica scooped up her laundry basket in the kitchen, pushed
open the screen door and came to an abrupt halt.
    “Get away!” she shrieked at the terrier and his relentless
bounce for her underwear.
    At that moment, it grasped her floral full briefs and
hesitated, its eyes wide, brows twitching in a desperate search for escape.
Erica dropped her basket and ran down the steps. The dog shot off as fast as
its little legs could take it. He dove through the hedges and Erika circled the
bush only to see him shoot out from the other side toward a loose panel in the
fence.
    “No!”
    Stomping by her rose bushes and into the front yard, she
crossed over into Dylan’s property. The absence of his pickup in the driveway
made her pause. She knew where the dog went and wondered if she should break
into the backyard now that the house had an occupant. After a brief battle with
her conscience, she threw up her hands and flicked the catch on the side fence.
It opened to a bare lawn and she made her way to the back of the house. At the
porch, she knelt down and peered underneath. Somewhere beneath the house a
stash of her underwear and bras made a nice bed for the mutt. Wet dirt filled
her nostrils and she caught a flash of fur in the bowels of darkness. He looked
up, her panties dangled in his mouth. She leaned down until her head touched
the grass. If she reached in slowly, maybe she could grab it from him…
    “Here, doggy doggy,” she called.
    His head tilted to one side, panty swinging temptingly beyond
reach. She shifted closer, then snatched for it. The dog bounced away. Erica
punched the ground then sucked in a breath, desperate to remain calm. “Come out
here, you panty-snatching little mutt,” she crooned through clenched teeth.
“You can have all the underwear you like if you just come here.”
    “Not quite the offer I was expecting,” a familiar, dry tone
replied.
    Erica jerked upright and turned to face the witness to her
humiliation. Dylan stood by the end of the porch, two tins of paint in his
hands. Awkwardly, she dusted off the dirt on her knees and patted her hair. “Oh
hi. I suppose you’re wondering why I’m in your backyard.”
    “Not really. I take it you have a dog?”
    She glanced at the cubbyhole the small animal was so fond
of. “No. He’s just some stray that likes to camp under your house and seems to
have an affinity for my undergarments.”
    Dylan chuckled. “It’s a guy thing.”
    Erica grimaced. “I bet.”
    He gestured to the ground. “You need some help there?”
    Erica stepped back and invited him forward with a wave of
her hand. “Be my guest. But he isn’t coming out.”
    Dylan placed his items on the porch deck and dropped to his
knees to have a look. “Uhp, there he is. Is that…”
    Heat seared across her face. “Yes, they’re granny panties!”
    He pushed up on his arms and blinked at her. “I was gonna
say I think he’s a Parson Terrier. They’re a playful breed. Probably thinks
this is a game.”
    Her heart pounded once and she dropped her face in her
hands. “Oh God.”
    “Hey, I’m not judging your choice of underwear.”
    “Kill me,” she mumbled.
    After a heavy silence, she dropped her hands to find him
leaning down once more, clearly unaffected by her choice in panties. And