“It’ll turn off her hormones, and then they can go ahead and spay her.”
“My mother says she’s spayed already.”
“Did you check her private parts to see if she’s in heat? I don’t think Red’s attracted to spayed females.” From the way Red was relishing the female dog’s taste, Cade was pretty sure Gollie was a doggie knockout ready to be speared.
Andie’s face took on a pinched expression as awareness over exactly what his dog was doing to her dog flooded her. She squirmed in a way that suggested she too would like a male’s tongue between her legs, then purposely fixed her eyes to stare down the street, away from all the heavy panting.
“Okay, let’s take her to the vet,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “You’re paying.”
“What happened to splitting the costs?” He dragged Red back when after a bout of licking, he tried to mount Gollie. “I’m going to have to lock this guy up if he’s to have any sperm left for the next client.”
A gushing snort left her lips and she busted out laughing. “Client? You’re what, a dog pimp?”
“It’s how I pay the bills.” He pulled his dog along the icy sidewalk. “I’ll write off the vet costs. After all, we wouldn’t want Red to have to pay puppy support for the next eighteen months.”
“Definitely not.” Andie flipped her scarf at him. “You’re a funny guy. Are you sure you’re not on the FBI most wanted list or an axe murderer?”
“Seems I get asked that a lot. I travel around a bit, just me and my dog.”
“Stud fees must pay well.” She winked, swinging her baseball bat like a pendulum.
“More than you know.” He licked his lips slowly and seductively, pleased to see her blush and swallow.
What he wouldn’t give to discover the sensitive areas that turned her on, the hollows and curves of her luscious body, and to feel her sweetness around him, on top of him and below him, surrounding him with her own brand of slick, wet heat.
Oh yeah, this upstate hideaway was turning into the perfect place to lick his wounds, and more.
Chapter Five
A ndie wasn’t surprised when Cade appeared bright and early the next morning at the circulation desk. All conversation lulled among her fellow librarians, from elderly spinsters to college work-study students.
The big, bearded man lifted an eyebrow and sauntered to the counter, stopping in front of her. “Miss, I’d like to apply for a pass to the antique document collection.”
“A pass?” her boss, Margo, gushed from behind her. “You don’t need a pass. Who told you that? Here, let me give you a map.”
Elbowing Andie aside, the assertive woman patted her bobbed hair and whipped a paper map from the document holder. She proceeded to invite this handsome hunk of a man, easily the largest man on campus, to sample all their rare document collections, including viewing the originals from cuneiform to first editions of literary works.
Andie heaved a sigh and found a pushcart full of books. What was she thinking? That because she was the first woman to discover Cade on campus and had her dog mate with his, that he’d pass by all the other women to speak to her? A guy like Cade was sure to have his pick of the litter. Argh, bad pun not intended.
Margo was an attractive Asian woman and brilliant to boot. She held several PhD degrees from library information systems to classical Chinese music. Obviously Cade found her attractive, because his eyes were focused on her, and he was nodding and grinning like a politician eyeing a campaign contributor.
Andie had work to do, so she pushed the cart of books into an elevator and closed the door.
She was busy reshelving books down in the medieval Europe stacks when a large hand plucked a church architecture picture book from her.
“Hey, fancy meeting you down here. Got that appointment to get your dog fixed?”
“Is that all we have to talk about? Dog reproductive health?” Andie rushed to grab another book for shelving. Oh crap,