Sex with Sophie was one of them. She was so inviting, so warm, that he felt at home the moment he slid into the wet heat of her. She angled her body to receive him, murmuring only once about how proud she was of nature for making it possible for even so big and wicked a man as him to fit.

“Now you’re just being mean,” he said, but he was still laughing.

“I won’t ever be mean to you,” she promised and, with an angelic look he knew was calculated to drive him crazy, added, “At least, not unless you deserve it.”

There was nothing for it after that but to give her exactly what she deserved, which was as good an excuse as any to flip the sleeping bag so she was lying pinned underneath him. The friction and undulations of her hips against his did most of the work, and with his body on top of hers, gravity took care of the rest.

As was the case with most things where Sophie was concerned, she made all the noise she damn well pleased as her body rocked, an orgasm shaking her. Since Bubbles might take it into her head that those sounds required investigation—and because the majority of his friends were seated only a few hundred feet away—he silenced her with a deep, penetrating kiss that echoed the slide of his cock inside her. He didn’t fully capture her scream that way, but it still felt amazing, that combination of sound and sensation entering his body at the same moment he released into hers.

He would have liked to stay that way forever, snuggled inside a sleeping bag—snuggled inside her—but the snuffling sounds from the corner picked up with an urgent whimper Harrison recognized. He might not be great at knowing when Bubbles was trying to alert him to a health hazard yet, but he’d spent enough time cleaning up puppy messes to realize that now was a good time to take a quick walk.

“Your timing is worse than a postcoital confessional,” he grumbled to the animal as he reluctantly unzipped the sleeping bag enough to slip out. At Sophie’s laugh, he turned to her with an accusing finger. “You should put that on the brochure, by the way.”

“What? That puppies have to be potty trained even when you’d rather be fucking the trainer?”

There was that word again—fucking—so incongruously hot on those sweet lips of hers. Even though his body was still reeling from his orgasm, he could feel the stirring of interest taking over again.

Especially when she laughed and added, “Sure thing, Harrison. I’ll ask Lila to put that in the next one.”