Falling Hard by Tina Wainscott

                                    

If a man spoils his dog you know he's a keeper:
                     “Damn, you eat fast.”
                      The dog glanced at the pizza, nostrils flaring.                          “No pizza. It’s bad for you.”
                      Another plaintive glance.
                     “You can have my crusts.”
                      Harley’s tail swished once. Halfhearted enthusiasm at best.
                     “And a meatball. Just one.”
                      The dog barked, happy with that compromise.
There are times certain things are more important than food, "she rocked against his erection, letting him know he could go lower. He squeezed her a**—slow, deep caresses. “I bet the steaks would be just fine if we put them in the fridge for a bit,” she said." I enjoyed this book I fell in love with Pax.