Page 127 of Driven Daddy

And when he did, there was a deep sigh from both of us.

Even if we weren’t forever, he would always be the one who unlocked something inside of me no one had ever touched before. The love I’d always wanted, and I had never truly believed I was worthy of.

His hand slid up my back to grip my shoulder, while the other tightened on my hip as he powered into me again and again. He raced his mouth over my neck, and then he bit into my shoulder as I tightened around him.

A mix of my name and Duchess tumbled together as he chased my orgasm with one of his own. Holding me tight the entire time, so there was no air or space between us.

When I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, I realized that there’d been no condom, either. His dark eyes met mine, as if he suddenly realized the same.

“Oh, shit.”

I let out a breathless hum. “Oh, shit is right.”

“I—”

I shook my head. “It’s probably fine.”

“Are you on birth control?” His dark eyes were furrowed.

“Sorry, that’s a no. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. After Jenelle shocked me with everything, I kind of just existed in my apartment. Birth control hadn’t exactly been on the top of my list.”

“We’re always so careful. I can’t believe I did that.”

Neither one of us seemed to know what to say.

I was just restarting my career, and Penn was in the middle of finding his way with Duality Press.

But he didn’t let go of me.

For now, that had to be enough.

When I shivered, he finally let me ease back. He gently put my hoodie back over my head. “How about we make some dinner?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Sounds like a good idea. I’m just going to go upstairs and clean up.”

I climbed off his lap, and instantly, I felt the loss of him.

“Rita,” he began.

I just bent down and kissed him. “I’ll be back in a few. I’ve got some chicken marinating, why don’t you take care of that?”

His frown was still in place, but I straightened and quickly, I headed for the stairs.

I knew our bubble was going to pop sometime. I just hoped it wasn’t too soon.

TWENTY-THREE

November 13th was a cloudy,windy fall day.

We’d spent the last week tweaking our program and not talking about what happened.

I was a fucking idiot and should have reassured her, but I was honestly so shocked I’d messed up so bad, I didn’t know what to do.

So, I’d fucking done nothing.

I wasn’t even sure which way I hoped it went. The idea of a little Rita or little me was so alien, I wasn’t sure where to put it. We just needed to get through this, and then I could focus on the future.

A future I wanted to include Rita, no matter what.

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