Page 30 of Secret Daddies

My heart dropped.

“What about Devon?” I managed to squeak out.It could be nothing, it could be something to do with the film, it doesn’t have to be?—

“Is it true that the two of you were together a few years ago?”

Shit. Okay, I had to find a way to handle this. No point denying it—it wasn’t a crime to have a fling with someone you worked with, right?

“Yeah, we were,” I replied casually. “What about it?”

“Is Matty his son?”

My heart dropped. I didn’t know how to respond. Some part of me wanted to shove him and tell him to leave me alone, that it was none of his business, that whatever had happened between Devon and me was in the past, that Devon had made his choice and moved on and that would be the end of it. But I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t going to let me out of it that easily, and I would be an idiot to try and play it off like it was nothing.

“I don’t think this is something we should be talking about,” I replied, trying to keep my voice as even as I could. “That’s between Devon and me, and?—”

“Devon told me that he tried to talk to you about it, and you shut him down,” he shot back, cutting me off, throwing me off guard. I swallowed hard.

“Well, he sprung it on me. I didn’t want to?—”

“It’s a yes or no question, Maya. Unless you don’t know who his father is.”

“I know who his dad is!” I exclaimed, and I suddenly remembered that we were just a few yards away from set. I didn’t want anyone to overhear this ridiculous argument and speculate even more on what drama I might be involved in. I grabbed Taylor’s arm and dragged him down a small alleyway that would give us some cover, at least for now.

“Then why the fuck won’t you tell him if it’s him?” he demanded. I shook my head.

“You don’t get it,” I snapped back. “I—you don’t understand. It’s complicated. Everything that happened between us, it’s?—”

“But he deserves to know if he has a son,” he replied, his voice cracking slightly. In that instant, I could tell that this wasn’t just about Devon, though Taylor might be trying to convince himself that it was. He might be trying to sell the idea that this was just about his friend, but I could tell there was more to it than that.

“What is this about?” I countered. “Really? You’re jealous that I’ve been with Devon and Lee and not you?”

I knew it wasn’t fair to throw that in his face. I knew it was crazy. But I just wanted to change the fucking subject. The way he was looking at me, it was as though he could hardly believe what he had discovered, and I hated the thought of Taylor—Taylor, the one guy who I hadn’t made things messy with—seeing me through that lens.

“You think that’s what this is about?” Taylor hissed back, moving toward me, backing me against the wall. My heart began to pick up the pace inside my chest, but it wasn’t fear—no, it was excitement. Excitement at being this close to him, even in the midst of this crazy situation. I was acting like a psycho, and Iknew it, but the way my body responded to him…I couldn’t stop it.

“Well, I don’t see why else you would go out of your way to put yourself in the middle of someone else’s business like this,” I told him, narrowing my eyes as I looked up at him. “Because this has got nothing to do with you. And the only way it could have something to do with you is if you’re pissed that I’ve been with Lee and Devon and not you!”

The words hung there in the air between us. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but I felt cornered, and I was lashing out in any way I could, trying to change the subject, trying to respond to the thrill of his closeness that was starting to get the better of me. I knew this was crazy, fucking crazy, and that I should just brush him off and tell him that I would deal with this when I saw fit.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even imagine it.

“I’m not some kid who just cares about getting laid,” he growled to me. “I could have anyone I want.”

“Oh, yeah?” I replied, sticking my head a few inches closer to him. “And who do you want, exactly? If you’re so sure you could have her?”

He was breathing hard now. He knew what I was pushing at. And I knew it was a dangerous game, coming on to him like this. People were already talking about Lee and me, and if Devon had started spilling his guts about what happened between us in the past, it was only a matter of time before people started gossiping about us too. Allowing something to happen between Taylor and me would be the stupidest thing I could do, and yet, beingconfronted by him like this, emotions boiling to the surface, there was only one thing I could think about.

And that’s when it happened.

He kissed me. The kind of kiss that spoke to the depth of what was going on inside his head at that moment, hands in my hair, tongue in my mouth, pinning me to the wall right there in the alleyway. My body exploded with sensation as I pressed my hands against his chest, running them over his strong arms, taking in the shape of him, the feel of his strength and muscles. He was so much bigger than me, and I knew he could do anything he wanted to me in that moment. Good thing, then, that there was nothing he could suggest that I didn’t want too.

He turned me around, his hands running over my ass and groping at me through my jeans—I was distinctly aware that almost anyone could have seen us if they walked by the alleyway at the wrong moment, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I didn’t have a reputation for myself as it was, and this—this was way too hot to think about bringing to a halt any time soon.

“Fuck,” he growled as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him so I could feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans. My body ached for him in that instant, needing him inside of me, needing to feel the pressure of him entering me and taking me and making me his. I wanted to see what lay beneath the surface of that sweet gentleman that Taylor had always been to me.

He ripped my jeans down, his hands roaming over my lower back and my ass, and I glanced over my shoulder at him. His eyes were dark, catching what little light there was in the alleyway and reflecting it back to me. I had never seen him look the way he did right now, so passionate, so powerful, so full ofwant. Almost without thinking, I parted my legs a little wider, allowing him to see me through the flimsy fabric of my panties.

He pushed his hand between my thighs, rubbing his fingers roughly along the outside of my underwear. I gasped at the sensation, arching my back and rocking back against his hand. I didn’t know what I was doing, didn’t know how much of a mistake I was making, but in that moment, I couldn’t care less. I just needed this. Needed him. Needed a chance to forget about everything that had happened and everything that might happen, all the mistakes I had made that led to this point, the whole mess that I’d landed myself in.

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