Big Ol' Golden Boy

She laughs again, clearly loving every second of this. "Oh, I think you are," she teases, her hands still playing with my hair. "You're like the biggest damn puppy around me, all protective and possessive and clingy, like a big damn golden retriever. I swear, you're like a damn lapdog, darlin', as soon as I sit down, you're instantly all over me, tryin' to sit in my lap and stick your nose in my business."

A low, frustrated growl slips through my lips as she teases me even further. Damn woman's got a gift for getting' me all damn riled up and embarrassing. My face heats up even more as she calls me a damn golden retriever, and the worst part is that she's goddamn right.

"You make it damn difficult to behave like a proper human around you, darlin'," I mutter into her neck, my arms tightening around her waist. "You walk into a room, and I'm instantly all over you like a damn puppy."

She laughs again, the sound soft and low, sending a jolt of excitement through me. "I know I do," she responds, still clearly lovin' the effect she has on me. "And it's adorable. You're always like a big 'ol puppy, followin' me around, and getting all grumpy and growly when I give anyone else any attention. It's too cute, darlin'. I'm gonna start calling' you my big ol' golden boy soon."

I groan against her neck, feeling my face heat up even more, if that's even possible. She's pushing me to the absolute edge, teasing every little thing about me that she can. The worst part is how damn well she's got me pegged. I am basically a damn golden retriever around her, and it's so damn embarrassing.

"Shut up," I manage to say, my words coming out all low and guttural. "Golden boy, my ass. Stop it, dammit."

She laughs again, enjoying how easy it is to rile me up. "Aww, what's the matter, darlin'?" she teases. "Don't like it when I call you my big ol' golden boy? I bet if you had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now, wouldn't it?"

I groan again, feeling even more goddamn embarrassed and agitated as she teases like this. I can practically feel my face turning red as a tomato as she talks about my damn non-existent tail. Of course, my goddamn tail would be waggin' like crazy if I had one, damn it. She's completely right about that, too.

"Shut up, darlin'," I mutter again, my voice coming out all grumbly and growly. "You're makin' me sound like a damn puppy. I'm tough, damn it."

She laughs, clearly getting a kick out of my embarrassment. "Oh yeah, tough as a damn stuffed animal, maybe," she teases, still playing with my hair. "I bet if I scratched you behind the ears, you'd melt right into a damn puddle, too, wouldn't you, darlin'? You'd be rolling over like a damn good boy, just beggin' for some affection like the little puppy you are."

I let out a low, frustrated growl, feeling my face burn even more as she hits every damn point perfectly. Damn woman, she's damn good at knowing exactly how to get under my skin. And the worst part is, she's spot-on. If she started scritchin' behind my ear, I'd be a damn puddle in seconds.

"Damn it," I mutter. "You know damn well I'd be a puddle. I'd be a damn mess just for some goddamn scratches behind the ears."

She laughs again, clearly lovin' how whipped I am for her. "I knew it," she says, her voice still playful and teasing. "You're such a damn softie, darlin'. You act all tough and cool on the outside, but all I have to do is give you some ear scratches or some belly rubs, and you're a whimpering puddle of mush. My big ol' golden boy, through and through."

I let out a low grumble, my face turning even redder at her words. She's got me damn well pegged, and there's no denying it. As much as I try to act tough, she always sees right through me. She knows just how damn whipped I am for her, and all she has to do is give me some damn affection, and I'm a complete mess.

"Dammit, woman," I mutter, my arms tightening even more around her. "You're gonna give me a damn complex about this golden boy stuff."

She laughs again, clearly enjoying every second of this. "Oh, I don't think it's a complex, darlin'," she says, still teasin' me for how damn cute I get around her. "It's truth. You're my big ol' golden boy, and there's nothing you can do about it. I bet if I patted my lap, you'd be all over it in two seconds, just rollin' around, wagging that invisible tail of yours and lookin' up at me with those big ol' puppy dog eyes."

I groan again, feeling my heart skip a beat as she imagines me rolling around in her lap, acting like a damn dog. I try to act all frustrated and tough, but the truth is, I'd be rolling over at her feet in seconds if she patted her lap.

"Damn it, woman," I say, my voice coming out all grumbley and growly. "Stop saying things like that. You know I can't resist your damn lap."

She laughs again, clearly loving how easy it is to get me all flustered. "Yeah, I do know," she says, her voice still all light and playful. "You're damn near helpless around me, darlin'. You get all flustered and growly, like a big ol' golden boy just waiting to be scratched in all the right spots. If I even suggested sitting on my lap, you'd be there in a heartbeat, wiggling around in my lap like a little puppy, looking up at me with those big ol' eyes and begging for attention."

I feel my face burn even more, and as much as I'd like to deny every single word she's saying', I know damn well she's right. If she patted her damn lap, I'd be there in a heartbeat, wiggling my ass on her lap like a damn dog and makin' puppy eyes at her.

"You're damn well evil, woman," I grumble, still holding her tight against me. "You know I can't resist a damn thing you say, and you use it against me at every damn opportunity."

She laughs again, still lovin' every moment of this. "What can I say, darlin'? It's just way too fun to tease you like this. You get all flustered and growly and possessive, and then you go all soft and puppy-like for me. It's like a damn switch. You go from tough and in charge to completely submissive and clingin' to me like a little puppy. All I have to do is say a few words, and you're already on your best damn behavior, being all obedient like a good boy."

I grumble again, feeling my heart skip a beat at how damn accurately she's describin' me. Damnit, she knows me better than I know myself. She's got me pinpointed from top to bottom. The way she's describin' me is damn near on the nose.

"Damn it," I mutter gruffly. "You know I can't even argue with that. And the worst part is, I know I'm gonna be damn well doin' what you want, every single time, just to get that praise and affection from you."

She laughs again, clearly still loving how whipped I am for her. "Yeah, I know you will," she says, her voice all confident and sure. "You'd do damn near anything I asked you to, just to hear me praise you and tell you what a good boy you are. You'd be rollin' over, beggin' for belly rubs and ear scratches, waggin' that invisible tail of yours like a damn puppy, lookin' up at me with those big ol' eyes, just waitin' for me to tell you how damn adorable you are."

I feel my face turn damn well scarlet as she lays out the picture of me that's so damn accurate, even though it's damn near humiliating. The way she describes me is almost too damn spot on. I can practically picture myself doing exactly what she's describin', rollin' over and makin' damn well puppy eyes like the damn good boy I am for her. And the worst part is, she's right, dammit. I'd be the most obedient goddamn puppy for her.

"Damn you, woman," I grumble, still holding her tight against me.

She laughs again, clearly enjoying the effect her words are having on me. "Oh, don't give me that look, darlin'," she teases, her voice all low and playful. "You're just proving my point, you know. You can grumble and growl all you want, but we both know you're just a big ol' puppy at heart. You'd do anything I asked, just as long as I give you some attention and call you a good boy."

I let out another low, frustrated growl, feeling more embarrassed than I ever have before. Damn it, she's just too damn spot on, and the worst part is, I ain't even got a damn defense against it.

"You're evil, woman," I mutter again, still holding her close. "You're damn well gonna drive me crazy with all this 'puppy talk'. And the damn bad part is, I can't even argue with any of it."

She laughs again, clearly lovin' how flustered and embarrassed she's makin' me. "I know, and it's all damn well true, isn't it, darlin'?" she teases, leaning up to press a kiss against my jaw. "You just get all flustered and growly when I start calling you a big ol' puppy, but deep down, you know you love it. You can make the tough guy act all you want, but in reality, you're just a big ol' lapdog that's desperate for affection."

I let out another grumble, feeling my heart skip a beat as she pressed a kiss against my jaw. Dammit, she knows me too damn well. It's damn near embarrassin', how easily she can get a rise outta me with all this talk.

"I ain't no damn lapdog," I protest weakly, my grip on her tightening just a bit more. "I'm a grown-ass man, not some damn puppy."

She laughs again, still loving how flustered I'm gettin' from her words. "Oh, come on, darlin'," she teases, her voice all amused. "Deny it all you want, but we both know the truth. You're a big ol' softy at heart, and you can't resist some affection. And if I told you to be a good ol' puppy and roll over for me, you'd be doing it in a heartbeat, waggin' that invisible tail like crazy. You might act tough, but deep down, you're damn well, my puppy boy."

I feel my face burn as she keeps on teasin', and the truth in her words hits home. Damn it, she knows how damn well she can manipulate me with all this talk to make me act like some big ol' puppy. And the worst part? I know she's right, damn it. As much as I want to deny it, I can't damn well help it. I'm whipped for this woman, and there's no damn denying it.

"You're evil, I swear," I grumble again, my arms tightening again around her.

Goddamnit, she's goddamn right. I grumble again, feeling my heart start to race as my face turns damn well scarlet. The way she's talkin' to me is all too damn effective, damn well gettin' under my skin and makin' me feel all flustered and helpless.

"Alright, alright," I mutter gruffly, my grip tightening even more around her. "You win, darlin'. You've got me all damn well cornered, goddamn it. I'm a whipped puppy, alright? Happy now?"

She laughs again, clearly lovin' how quickly I'm givin' in to her. "Damn right I am," she teases, her voice all cocky and smug. "And don't you forget it, big ol' puppy boy. You're all mine, and you know it. You'd do any damn thing I asked if it meant you'd get some affection and my attention. You can grumble and growl all you want, but you'll always be my loyal little lapdog at heart."

I let out another low growl, feeling my heart race, damn well lovin' how she's teasin' and talkin' to me like this. As much as this whole "puppy" talk is embarrassin' and humiliatrin', I can't help but revel in it all the same.

"Damnit," I grumble, my arms pulling her even damn closer, practically clinging to her now. "You just won't let me live this down, will you, darlin'? Gonna keep calling me a puppy, and remind me how goddamn whipped I am for you."

She laughs again, clearly loving how flustered I'm gettin'. "Damn right I will, darlin'," she teases, her voice all smug. "I'm gonna remind you all the time how damn whipped you are for me and how you're my damn loyal puppy boy, always eager for a little bit of attention. And you're gonna like it, aren't you, big ol' lapdog? You're gonna wag your invisible tail and beg for my affection, desperate to please me just so you can get a little pat on your head."

I grumble again, my heart rate racin' as she keeps talkin' like this, my face turning redder by the damn second. Dammit, I can't even deny it; every damn word she's saying is spot on. Goddamn it, she's got me pinned, and she knows it.

"You know damn well I will," I mutter gruffly, still clinging to her like a damn lifeline. "I'll be the most eager puppy for you, beggin' for your attention and praise. You've got a damn leash on me, darlin'."