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to Angel's upper arms, moving his knee between the
lightly-furred legs, nudging them open.
Angel gasped as Brandon's cock bumped his own.
"Uhhnnnhh..."
Brandon nodded encouragingly. "Uh-huh. That's it,
Angel. That's better." Another hip bump. "How does that
feel?" He rocked his hips forward again, rubbing their
cocks together.
"Mmmmm, isn't that good?" Lowering his head, he took
possession of that feisty, smart mouth, shoving his
tongue forward, claiming what he wanted.
He was gratified to feel Angel's legs slide up along
his hips, wrapping around them under the sheet. He
rested more of his weight on Angel, changing the angle
to rub his cock against Angel's balls. "God, you feel
good." He was rewarded with a whimper, then Angel's
arms came around his shoulders and one hand slid over
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his scalp, pulling his head closer and locking their lips
together.
He was sure they both tasted a little musty, but just
then, it didn't matter. He was right where he had just
discovered he'd wanted to be for almost three years.
Angel had been an irritating presence each time he'd
visited with CeCe or called her office. He hadn't known
why the pugnacious assistant had gotten under his skin
until yesterday. And now? He just wanted to stuff his
cock so deep inside this little prima donna that Angel
would feel it for a week.
Oh, yeah.
He reached down and palmed the stiff prick that was
rubbing against him. He felt as much as heard Angel's
moan. Turning his wrist, he wrapped his fingers around
the silky shaft and started jacking the other man. "That's
it, baby, that's right. C'mon. That's it."
He watched as Angel arched, hips thrusting forward.
"Brandon!"
A loud thumping at the door startled him. They both
jerked as Marisa's voice shouted through the door. "Mr.
Brandon! Trey went downstairs, and I'm hungry!"
Jolting upright, Brandon stared at Angel in shock for
just a moment. A second later, the import of the little
girl's words registered.
"Christ!" He ripped the sheet back and jumped out of
bed, then grabbed the jeans he'd tossed on the chair the
night before and yanked them on. With a finger pointed
at Angel, he ordered swiftly, "You! Stay here with
Marisa." Shoving his feet into his Vans, he grabbed a T-
shirt from the dresser and bolted for the bedroom door.
He cursed as the shirt got caught on his head as he
opened the door, catching Marisa as she tumbled
forward, her hand still on the lever.
"Sweetheart, when did Trey go downstairs?" Brandon
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dropped to a crouch next to her. He ran a hand down her
tumbled hair, his hand shaking a little. Jesus, what
would he screw up next?
The little girl tilted her head to the side. "He left right
after we watched Jimmy Neutron. He told me he was
going to go back to our house."
Brandon swung Marisa into his arms and rose.
Striding to the bed, he dumped her on top of the covers
bunched down at the foot. "Stay here with Angel. I'm
going to go find him and bring him back."
***
Angel pulled the sheet up to his neck and stared at
Marisa as though she were an alien who'd just landed in
the bedroom.
"Hi, Angel." The little girl's voice was sweet.
"Um. Hi." What was the protocol for this? His
contract with CeCe didn't cover this one, he thought
sourly. And he needed to go home. He was in way over
his head.
"I'm hungry."
Frowning, he eased upward a little, shoving the
pillows back up behind himself. "Um, okay."
"Are you naked?"
Flushing, Angel ran a hand through his hair. It was
probably sticking out every which way, he fretted. "Yes.
Why do you want to know?"
"My mommy and daddy go naked."
Oops. "They do? Um, did?"
Plucking at the loose fabric of the duvet, Marisa
hummed a little, considering. "Uh-huh. Sometimes when
I was little and scared, I'd run in their bedroom if they
forgot to lock the door."
When she was little? "You're still little."
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Shaking her head, Marisa looked at him patiently.
"Angel, I'm almost six now."
Jesus. The kid sounded like she was twenty-five.
"Anyway, Mommy and Daddy made me go back to
my room when I found them naked."
Enough was enough. "Well, that was probably a good
thing, don't you think? And I think you need to wait for
me out in the living room."
"Why?"
Trying to inject some authority in his voice, he stared
at the unrepentant little wretch. "Because, I need to get
dressed, and you're not going to watch." He held the
sheet to his chest with one hand and pointed to the door
with the other. "Get going, mi'ja."
Halting in the act of sliding off the bed, Marisa
looked at him. Her sweet little face was scrunched up in
a questioning manner. "What's... mee-hah?"
Uh-oh. "Uh. Well, it means -- it... it's 'my little girl' or
'my daughter'... in Spanish." He stumbled a little in the
face of her current parental situation.
Marisa nodded, seeming to like that explanation.
"Oh. Okay."
"I'll open the door as soon as I'm dressed. Give me
fifteen seconds."
Nodding agreeably, Marisa headed out the door,
pulling it shut behind herself.
"Jesus."
***
Impatiently waiting for the elevator, Brandon called
down to the concierge desk, pulling up the stored
number on his cell. The elevator arrived as he pushed
send. He stepped in and jabbed the lobby button.
"This is Brandon Halvorsen. I have a nine-year-old
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boy staying with me, and he's taken off. Can you tell me
if anyone has seen him?"
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