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Lucky for me, I have this bear to keep me company tonight. Hopefully, the feel of him in my arms will trick me into thinking he’s Banana, my worn stuffed monkey.

I pull him into my arms and roll to my side. I can’t seem to shut my mind down yet. The events of the evening keep running through my head. The firetrucks. The terror I felt until I found out the entire building hadn’t caught on fire—just the basement.

My mind skips to the drive to Eve’s house. I’m still not sure why I went to her instead of a hotel. Part of me really needed to talk to someone. It’s pitiful that I don’t have more friends.

I’ve lived here for ten years. I’ve worked at Earnest and Heart for most of that time. I’ve lived in my current apartment building for eight years. I make good money. I have a pretty nice savings account for someone my age. I’ve basically made it, and I did it by myself.

But fuck, I’m lonely.

I snuggle in closer to the bear. Does he smell like Brett? Maybe I’m imagining that. After all, Brett probably hasn’t ever touched the bear. Most likely, Eve or one of her friends put him on the bed as a joke.

He’s soft and snuggly, though. Not one of those cheap stuffed animals people pick up at a carnival. He’s got excellent fluff and nice fur.

And you’re overanalyzing a stuffed teddy bear, Lacy.

I close my eyes and take deep breaths. Sometimes, that helps me relax enough to drift off. Hopefully, it will work…

Chapter 5

Brett

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It’s a wonder I got any sleep at all last night. After tucking Lacy in, I headed for my room, took a quick cold shower, and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants.

What I really wanted to do was wrap my hand around my cock, close my eyes, and find my release to visions of Lacy curled up in that bed, hugging that teddy bear.

I know this because I checked on her ten times before finally forcing myself to lie down. Have I been wrong about her all this time? I’ve never seen anyone slide into such a solid age play with no discussion.

It’s like she’s starving for the kind of attention only a Daddy can give. I don’t think she was aware of the need because she hesitated, seemingly shocked by herself, several times throughout the evening.

Either she’s as stunned as me, or she’s secretly Little and worried about me noticing.

I noticed. Fuck did I ever notice. Made my cock harder than a rock. Did she notice that?

What the hell happens now?

I’m in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. I hope she doesn’t have any allergies I’m unaware of. I don’t think so. If she doesn’t like eggs or bacon or some other part of this meal, I’ll find out soon enough, and I’ll fix the sweet Little lamb something else.

Because I’m fucking wrapped all the way around her pinky.

When I peeked into her room before I came downstairs, I found her still on her side, still hugging the teddy bear. Her thumb was near her mouth. Was she sucking on it? Because fuck me if she was.

I’ve known Lacy for a long time. I’ve followed her around a room with my gaze, never allowing myself to approach her. Why? Jesus. I know why. Because I never once suspected she was Little, and I’ll be damned if I permit myself to get into another relationship with a vanilla woman.

So, I watched and thought about her and ignored my inclination to ask her out.

And here we are.

She has issues that go far beyond last night’s fire. I intend to drag information out of her this morning. Maybe her lack of sleep and nervousness stem from losing her parent. I wasn’t kidding when I told her that even though she was estranged from her father, it still hurts to lose a parent.

Still, I suspect there is more.

Her phone has buzzed a few times in her purse this morning. The ringer isn’t on, but it keeps vibrating. I considered taking it out and bringing it to her but decided against it.

I don’t want to wake her. Nothing can possibly be that important. I’m certain Eve informed their bosses about the fire and told them Lacy wouldn’t be in this morning. Perhaps the incoming calls are from people at work wanting to check on her…?

Suddenly, I sense her behind me and spin around. The air leaves my lungs.

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