Chapter 92

A female shriek of pleasure emanated from the other room, distracting him once again. Then he heard “Oh!” just a single syllable as he stuck out his tongue to—

Dang it! There was something about that voice…Forget it. Tom Alan thought about the Thornton technique as he rubbed Milo’s fuzzy bum. Concentrate…Touch and sight both, those senses were happy. Milo’s musky, travel exertion scent took care of another one. Sound was the big issue. If he could just do something about that…”Oh.” He grabbed Milo’s MP3 player from the floor beside the bed. “This work?”

“You’re a freak!”

“Does it…?” He turned it on. It did. “Never mind.” He stuck in the earbuds and readied to move on to…mmm,taste…