Duke's Redemption

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We spend the rest of our evening getting to know our new puppy and trying to wear him out so that he’ll sleep through the night.
When he’s finally starting to wind down, we head upstairs to get ready for bed. Duke bought a dog bed for George, but the moment we get him in there, he gets right back up and comes over to start pawing at our bed. We try to ignore his little whines, but he’s just too much.
“Duuuuuuke,” I say.
“He doesn’t need on the bed,” Duke replies sternly.
But when I snuggle up next to him and start peppering his face with kisses, it doesn’t take long for his resolve to fade away.
“Fine. But he sleeps at the foot of the bed.”
Leaning over, I help George up and help him get comfortable down by our feet. Immediately, the pup curls up into a ball and starts to drift to sleep.
Once he’s situated, I get back to kissing Duke. But this time, it’s much more sensual than before.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Angel?” He asks with a smirk.
“Do I really have to try?”
“Nope,” he replies while swiftly moving to get on top of me.
We start to make out and shed our clothing, but just as soon as we really start to get into it, Duke stops and looks at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, breathlessly.
“The dog is licking my ass cheek.”
I start laughing so hard, tears roll down my face, and I let out a loud snort.
Smiling down at me, Duke says, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
Still giggling, I say, “Maybe we put the dog on the ground until we’re done.”
The following day, Duke does some work in the basement while I work on painting as well as chasing the dog around, trying to keep him out of trouble. That’s practically a full-time job in itself because George is into absolutely everything.
I’ve always loved dogs, but I’ve never actually had one. When I was a kid, my mom refused to let us have any pets whatsoever because she ‘didn’t want any extra mouths to feed’.
So, even though running after a puppy is a ton of work, I’m enjoying every moment of it—especially when George slows down enough to collapse in my arms and fall asleep.
I take him into the living room and sit on the couch so that I can be comfy while he naps, and maybe I’ll find the motivation to put him down and get some more painting done.
But when I flip on the TV and turn on the Western that was in the VCR, I slowly feel my eyes getting just as heavy as the pup’s.
When I’m just about to sleep, I hear Duke walk in. “Hey, Angel.”
I turn around and look at him with sleepy eyes. “What’s up?”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You’re good. I was just dozing. What’s going on?”
“I have something you need to see.”
Worried that Duke is about to tell me there’s something awfully wrong with the house, I get up to follow him. He leads me all the way to the basement.
This is my first time coming down here. To be honest, I had no idea this house even had a basement until Duke mentioned it a few days ago.
He leads me down the creaky stairs to the dim concrete room. There are a few random boxes around, but we walk past all of them over to a big safe in the corner.