Page 16 of The Mayor's Surrender

“I’m not going to get in trouble because of you.”

“You don’t know that, Brooks. It’s against the rules. I’m pretty sure of it.” Tears fell from her blue eyes.

“I don’t give a shit if they want me to resign because I’m screwing the woman I love. Let them.”

“You love me?”

“Yes, of course I do. Our town is drenched beneath our feet, and all I can think about is getting my face soaked between your thighs. You’re mine, and I’ve been fighting this urge since the day you bravely came into my hospital room, wanting to speak with me.” I brush my lips across her forehead. “I love you so much, Taylor.”

“I love you, Brooks.” She throws her arms around my neck and wraps her legs around my waist.

“That’s what I want to hear. Now kiss me because I’m done with your tears. I only want to hear and see your pleasure.”

Our mouths collide in a slow, passionate kiss, promise and devotion dominating our moment. Quickly, we began to shift into a frenzied need, but then I remembered that we had a lot to do. As I pulled away, my phone rang, and it was my head of security. “Sir, the local reporters are on their way up to see you. I tried to stop them, but there’s a situation down here.”

“It’s fine. I can take their interview.” Ending the call, I inform Taylor of our impending guests.

I adjusted her dress, but she pushed my hand away. “I’ve got it. Fix yourself.” She points to my cock that’s nearly about to tear through my slacks. “We don’t need reporters seeing your goods.”

“You’re right. It’s only for you, babe.”

Chapter Eight

Taylor

We had only got ourselves properly straightened up, and Brooks had gotten behind his desk, and I had my tablet in hand when his office door opened up, and a group of reporters entered unannounced. “Well, isn’t this appropriate? Since when is this allowed? Please, do come in.” His security comes in with an apologetic expression, attempting to hold them back, but Brooks waves his hand. “Mayor, we received information that you and your assistant were seen having a lover’s quarrel outside, and you carried her away. Is that true?”

He shakes his head, and I wonder if he’s going to flat-out deny our relationship. “I wouldn’t call it a lover’s quarrel. I wanted everyone out there to see that she belonged to me. Given the storm and the dangerous situation that put us all in, I’ve come to realize that Miss Phillips is more than just my assistant. My feelings for her are ones I’ve never felt before, and now I have finally told her.”

Brooks reaches across the desk and takes my hand in his. “Soon we’ll be getting married. Whether that ends my career doesn’t matter to me because all that matters is Taylor and the family that we create. I’ve always loved Sweet Temptation Bay, and it has always been my home, but my love for Taylor trumps everything. Now, if you’ll excuse this, we have some crisis management to take care of.” He stands and releases his grip.

They start shouting questions at both of us, but his security tries to usher them back.

“Remember your manners, people. This isn’t some big city, and we’re in the middle of a cleanup here. There are bigger issues than my love for a woman who has shown me love and support for over two years, even when I’ve been a brute of a boss. Excuse us.”

He grabs his things, rounds his desk, takes my hand again, and leads us out of his office. The shocked reporters will be escorted out by his security. He turns to them again and says if you ever barge into my office again, I will have you all arrested and charged with trespassing.

We spend the rest of the day cleaning up any mess and having meetings with all the responders and committee members. They give us several looks when the mayor refuses to release my hand. I dip my head, ducking and blushing when people are nearby. “I won’t hide our relationship from anyone. It’s out in the open; there’s no reason to keep it a secret, and I’m not ashamed of us in any way. Please tell me you’re not either.”

My mouth drops open, and I stare at him, completely flabbergasted. “Of course, I’m not. There’s no reason for me to be ashamed at all. As far as I’m concerned, I got the better end of the deal. I’m dating a hunk, a former Navy SEAL, a mayor, and an amazing lover.”

“You forgot a man who loves you incredibly.”

“I can’t forget that.” Smiling up at him, he pulls me in for a deep, soul-stealing kiss. I melted into his arms, where I want to stay forever. We drive back to his property, and we cook together, making a fabulous dinner that feels like we’re a real couple.

“Today has been crazy,” I admit. We haven’t discussed what happened in his office or how far we crossed the lines. He said I was his, but what did that mean? “I probably should go home.”

“Why?”

“I live there.”

“Not for long. In fact, you should move in with me.”

“Do you think that’s wise?”

“Yes. We’re going to get married.”

“Not yet.” He frowns at my response as if it’s not good enough, but it’s just the truth. I want to be his wife probably more than he can even imagine, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to count my chickens before they’re hatched. He’s a politician, after all, and although we’ve known each other for a while, we never discuss our private lives.

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