Chapter 11
Blaring beeps pulled Sean out of sweet, restful dreams. The harsh tones were not what he used to break his slumber. It was Emerson’s alarm, loud and jarring. What an awful way to wake in the morning.
Then the sound cut off and Emerson’s arms snaked around Sean’s body, holding close. His disgruntled annoyance vanished instantly. What an amazing way to wake in the morning.
All of a sudden, Emerson shifted and was on top of him. Sean’s heartbeat quickened, and he eagerly waited for the kiss he knew was coming.
Hot, doggy breath wafted to his nose, followed by a rapid succession of licks.
“Ninotchka,” he said in understanding. He raised his hands and gently pushed her away from his face, but pet her soft, furry back.
“Pip doesn’t sleep in your bed?” Emerson asked, voice still
