Page 59 of Echoes of Fear

“This is a bit more than cuddles, though,” I say. “I’m using you as a bed. Your chest is my pillow. Fudge! What if I drooled all over you? And I can feel your boner, which means you can probably feel mine.”

Taylor laughs so hard that my body is bouncing. He turns us sideways, so we’re face to face on the bed.

I don’t breathe.

“What are you doing, Pup?” he asks me, clearly more amused than I seem to be.

Double fudge.Pup. Everything from last night, or this morning, whatever, comes rushing back.

Gosh dang it. Why am I always so freaking talkative when I regress?

Taylor’s brows raise reminding me that he asked me a question.

What was it again?

I need oxygen… Oh, that’s right. Turning my face to exhale the breath I was holding, I say, “Morning breath.”

“Technically speaking, it’s afternoon breath,” he says. “Either way, I don’t care. Kiss me good morning, Knox.”

“I can’t,” I gasp. “I’ll murder you from the fumes alone.”

“Now, baby,” he demands in that oh so delicious, not budging an inch, tone.

Triple Fudge.

With my lips securely held tight, I press a small, non-oxygenated kiss to his waiting mouth.

“Cute,” he laughs before grasping the back of my neck in an iron grip and taking what he demanded. I don’t even pretend to fight as he claims my mouth.

“Do you have work you need to get done today?”

Wow! What a wake-up call that was. Wait. What? Did he ask me something? He kisses me like that and then expects me to freaking answer him?

“Uhm. What?”

“Work, baby,” he smirks. “Do you have to work today?”

“Crap,” I scream, jumping out of the bed. “Yes, I have to freaking work. Where’s my laptop? What time is it? Oh, quadruple fudge. If the Mayor asks why I didn’t check in, I’m blaming you.”

“Quadruple fudge actually sounds good,” he says, stretching his arms above his head. I’m frozen in place as his muscles shift with his movement. My eyes trace each one down his very exposed and wonderfully sculpted chest.

“My eyes are up here, baby boy,” he smirks.

“I wasn’t looking for your eyes,” I say. “I was memorizing the art that is your body. Also, I second quadruple fudge. Yummy. Gotta go. Bye.”

Yeah, I’m smooth.

His laughter follows me all the way to the guest room, where I grab my laptop and get to work.

“Nice hair,” The Mayor of Kentucky greets.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Mayor. Would you believe me if I told you I was attacked by a bear?”

I know my hair is all over the place, seeing as how I haven’t had it cut in over a year now.

“Well, my friend, that would depend on the type ofbearyou’re talking about.”

I worked for Bobby for years before he became the Mayor of Kentucky. To say we have something in common would be an understatement, but Bobby can’t let a single soul know that he’s a secret Little. It would ruin his reputation. I feel so bad for him, and it makes me angry that people judge someone so harshly because of something that is really none of their business.

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